The welcome to the missionaries (their own missionary was returning from the Cape with Livingstone) was wonderful.

Muskets were fired at their approach, then big guns; and then men, women, and children rushed at the top of their speed to shake hands and welcome them.

The missionary had lost a little boy, and out of respect each of the people had something black on his head.

Both public worship and family worship were very interesting, the singing of hymns being very beautiful.

The bearing of these Christianized Hottentots was in complete contrast to that of a Dutch family whom he visited as a medical man one Sunday.