we can say nothing.  The people have not the smallest love to the gospel of Jesus.  They hate and fear it, as a revolutionary spirit is disliked by the old Tories.  It appears to them as that which, if not carefully guarded against, will seduce them, and destroy their much-loved domestic institutions.  No pro-slavery man in the Southern States dreads more the abolition principles than do the Bakhatla the innovations of the Word of God.  Nothing but power Divine can work the mighty change.”

Unhappily Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone’s residence at Mabotsa was embittered by a painful collision with the missionary who had taken part in rearing the station.  Livingstone was accused of acting unfairly by him, of assuming to himself more than his due, and attempts were made to discredit him, both among the missionaries and the Directors.  It was a very painful ordeal, and Livingstone felt it keenly.  He held the accusation to be unjust, as most people will hold it to have been who know that one of the charges against him was that he was a “non-entity”!  A tone of indignation pervades his letters:—­that after having borne the heat and burden of the day, he should be accused of claiming for himself the credit due to one who had done so little in comparison.  But the noble spirit of Livingstone rose to the occasion.  Rather than have any scandal before the heathen, he would give up his house and garden at Mabotsa, with all the toil and money they had cost him, go with his young bride to some other place, and begin anew the toil of house and school building, and gathering the people around him.  His colleague was so struck with his generosity that he said had he known his intention he never would have spoken a word against him.  Livingstone had spent all his money, and out of a salary of a hundred pounds it was not easy to build a house every other year.  But he stuck to his resolution.  Parting with his garden evidently cost him a pang, especially when he thought of the tasteless hands into which it was to fall.  “I like a garden,” he wrote, “but paradise will make amends for all our privations and sorrows here.”  Self-denial was a firmly established habit with him; and the passion of “moving on” was warm in his blood.  Mabotsa did not thrive after Livingstone left it, but the brother with whom he had the difference lived to manifest a very different spirit.

In some of his journeys, Livingstone had come into close contact with the tribe of the Bakwains, which, on the murder of their chief, some time before, had been divided into two, one part under Bubi, already referred to, and the other under Sechele, son of the murdered chief, also already introduced.  Both of these chiefs had shown much regard for Livingstone, and on the death of Bubi, Sechele and his people indicated a strong wish that a missionary should reside among them.  On leaving Mabotsa, Livingstone transferred his services to this tribe.  The name of the pew station was Chonuane; it was situated some forty miles from Mabotsa, and in 1846 it became the centre of Livingstone’s operations among the Bakwains and their chief Sechele.