I Hear That Worcester, Paarl, And Stellenbosch Are Beautiful, And
The Road Very Desolate And Grand:
One mountain pass takes six
hours to cross.
I should not return to Capetown so early, but poor
Captain J- has had his leg smashed and amputated, so I must look
out for myself in the matter of ships. Whenever it is hot, I am
well, for the heat here is so LIGHT and dry. The wind tries me,
but we have little here compared to the coast. I hope that the
voyage home will do me still more good; but I will not sail till
April, so as to arrive in June. May, in the Channel, would not do.
How I wish I could send you the fruit now on my table - amber-
coloured grapes, yellow waxen apples streaked with vermillion in
fine little lines, huge peaches, and tiny green figs! I must send
dear old Klein a little present from England, to show that I don't
forget my Dutch adorer. I wish I could bring you the 'Biltong ' he
sent me - beef or bok dried in the sun in strips, and slightly
salted; you may carry enough in your pocket to live on for a
fortnight, and it is very good as a little 'relish'. The
partridges also have been welcome, and we shall eat the tiny haunch
of bok to-day.
Mrs. D- is gone to Capetown to get servants (the Scotch girl having
carried on her amours too flagrantly), and will return in my cart.
S- is still keeping house meanwhile, much perturbed by the placid
indolence of the brown girl.
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