This Place Is Curiously Like Rochefort In The Ardennes, Only The
Hills Are Mountains, And The Sun Is Far Hotter; Not So The Air,
Which Is Fresh And Pleasant.
I am in a very nice inn, kept by an
English ex-officer, who went through the Caffre war, and found his
pay insufficient for the wants of a numerous family.
I quite
admire his wife, who cooks, cleans, nurses her babes, gives singing
and music lessons, - all as merrily as if she liked it. I dine with
them at two o'clock, and Captain D- has a table d'hote at seven for
travellers. I pay only 10s. 6d. a day for myself and S-; this
includes all but wine or beer. The air is very clear and fine, and
my cough is already much better. I shall stay here as long as it
suits me and does me good, and then I am to send for Choslullah
again, and go back by the road he proposed. It rains here now and
then, and blows a good deal, but the wind has lost its bitter
chill, and depressing quality. I hope soon to ride a little and
see the country, which is beautiful.
The water-line is all red from the iron stone, and there are hot
chalybeate springs up the mountain which are very good for
rheumatism, and very strengthening, I am told. The boots here is a
Mantatee, very black, and called Kleenboy, because he is so little;
he is the only sleek black I have seen here, but looks heavy and
downcast.
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