native evangelists, and put any objects which they suspected aside. All
this, with my waggon, must be sent back to Pretoria, there to be
inspected by anyone who chose.

"That same day I arrived in Pretoria in a cart, seated between the Field
Cornet and the Sheriff, who were much softened when they saw that I did
not reply to them in the tone which they themselves adopted, and that I
had not much the look of a smuggler. The Secretary of the Executive
Council exacted from me bail to the amount of £300 sterling, for which a
German missionary from Berlin, Mr. Grüneberger, had the goodness to be
my guarantor. I made a deposition, saying who we were, whence we came,
and where we were going, insisting that we had no merchandise in our
waggon, only little objects of exchange by which we could procure food
in countries where money has no value. We had no intention of
establishing ourselves within the limits of the Transvaal; we were going
beyond the Limpopo, and consequently were simple travellers, and were
not legally required to take any steps in regard to the Government, nor
even to ask a passport. All this was written down and addressed to the
Executive Committee, who took the matter in hand.

"As they, however, accused us of being smugglers, and having somewhere
a cannon, they proceeded to the examination of my waggon. They opened
everything, ran their hands in everywhere, into biscuit boxes, among
clothes, among candles, etc., and found neither cannon nor petroleum.
The comedy of the smuggling ended, they took note of the contents of my
boxes, and then attacked us from another side. They decided to treat me
as a missionary. The Solicitor-General said to me that the Government
did not care to have French missionaries going to the other side of the
Limpopo. I said, 'these countries do not belong to the Transvaal;' to
which they replied, 'Do you know what our intentions are? Have you not