The caravan proceeded on the following morning, and by noon they arrived at the Mission station of Butterworth, which was about one hundred and forty miles from the colonial boundaries.

This station had only been settled about three years, but even in that short time it wore an air of civilization strongly contrasted with the savage country around it.

The Mission-house was little better than a large cottage, it is true, and the church a sort of barn; but it was surrounded by neat Caffre huts and gardens full of produce.
On the arrival of the caravan, Mr.S., the missionary, came out to meet the travelers, and to welcome them.

He had been informed that they would call at the station, and bring some articles which had been sent for.

It hardly need be said that, meeting at such a place, and in such a country, the parties soon became on intimate terms.