How passing strange, how majestic in its simplicity, how weird in its tragic stillness—the passing of a Soul—the disunion of Body and Spirit! Is this Death? Then may I never fear its shadow!
Sunset and Evening Star!
Thursday, September 26.—Another day gone. What a day of sorrow and tribulation!
Slept like a log.
Took round through camp late last night; heard distressing groans in certain tent; made gentle enquiries; heard this remark after leaving, "Nee, dit is een van die nach police wat hier rond loop" ("No, it is one of the night police wandering about").
Foundations of house laid[57]; yesterday got use Scotch cart and brought over some 1,000 bricks and stones for foundation; good beginning to-day; now things will go swimmingly if weather remains fine.
Unbearably hot to-day; tent untenable; thankful house in course of erection.
Old story again; supply boards for coffins stopped, and now there is the pitiful cry of those who seek wood to make coffins for departed dear ones.
Yesterday old Mr. Duvenhagen came in distress to me; begged from Superintendent, and got him two little boxes[58].