s,
which I heard Mr Pringle say he intends to institute immediately."

On the day following a site was fixed for the commencement of the infant
colony, and the tents, etcetera, were removed to it. The day after
being Sunday, it was unanimously agreed to "rest" from labour, and to
"keep it holy."

It was an interesting and noteworthy occasion, the assembling of the
Scotch emigrants on that Sabbath day to worship God for the first time
in Glen Lynden. Their church was under the shade of a venerable
acacia-tree, close to the margin of the stream, which murmured round the
camp. On one side sat the patriarch of the party with silvery locks,
the Bible on his knee, and his family seated round him,--the type of a
grave Scottish husbandman. Near to him sat a widow, who had "seen
better days," with four stalwart sons to work for and guard her. Beside
these were delicate females of gentle blood, near to whom sat the
younger brother of a Scotch laird, who wisely preferred independence in
the southern wilds of Africa to dependence "at home." Besides these
there were youths and maidens, of rougher though not less honest mould--
some grave, others gay, but all at that time orderly and attentive,
while their leader gave forth the beautiful hymn which begins:

"O God of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,"

and followed it with a selection of prayers from the English Liturgy,
and a discourse from a volume of sermons.

While they were singing the last Psalm a beautiful antelope, which had
wandered down the valley,--all ignorant of the mighty change that had
taken place in the prospects of its mountain home,--came suddenly in
sight of the party, and stood on the opposite side of the river gazing
at them in blank amazement.

Andrew Rivers, who sat meekly singing a fine bass, chanced to raise his
head at the time. Immediately his eyes opened to their full extent, and
the fine bass stopped short, though the mouth did not close. With the
irresistible impulse of a true sportsman he half rose, but Sandy Black,
who sat near, caught him by the coat-tails and forced him firmly though
softly down.

"Whist, man; keep a calm sough!"

The young man, becoming instantly aware of the impropriety of his
action, resigned himself to fate and Sandy, and recovered
self-possession in time to close the interrupted line with two or three
of the deepest notes in the bass clef.

The innocent antelope continued to listen and gaze