After nearly four years of African life as a bachelor, I screwed up my courage to put a question beneath one of the fruit-trees [in Kuruman], the result of which was that I became united in marriage to Mr. Moffat's eldest daughter Mary. Having been born in the country and being expert in household matters, she was always the best spoke in the wheel at home; and, on two occasions, when I took her to Lake Ngami and far beyond, she endured more than some who have written large books of travels.