“We have a difficult, difficult field to cultivate here.  All I can say is, that I think knowledge is increasing.  But for the belief that the Holy Spirit works, and will work for us, I should give up in despair.  Remember us in your prayers, that we grow not weary in well-doing.  It is hard to work for years with pure motives, and all the time be looked on by most of those to whom our lives are devoted, as having some sinister object in view.  Disinterested labor—­benevolence—­is so out of their line of thought, that many look upon us as having some ulterior object in view.  But He who died for us, and whom we ought to copy, did more for us than we can do for any one else.  He endured the contradiction of sinners.  May we have grace to follow in his steps!’

The third, and at last successful, effort to reach Sebituane was made in April, 1851.  Livingstone was again accompanied by his family, and by Mr. Oswell.  He left Kolobeng with the intention not to return, at least not immediately, but to settle with his family in such a spot as might be found advantageous, in the hilly region, of whose existence he was assured.  They found the desert drier than ever, no rain having fallen throughout an immense extent of territory.  To the kindness of Mr. Oswell the party was indebted for most valuable assistance in procuring water, wells having been dug or cleared by his people beforehand at various places, and at one place at the hazard of Mr. Oswell’s life, under an attack from an infuriated lioness.  In his private Journal, and in his letters to home, Livingstone again and again acknowledges with deepest gratitude the numberless acts of kindness done by Mr. Oswell to him and his family, and often adds the prayer that God would reward him, and of His grace give him the highest of all blessings.  “Though I cannot repay, I may record with gratitude his kindness, so that, if spared to look upon these, my private memoranda, in future years, proper emotions may ascend to Him who inclined his heart to show so much friendship.”

The party followed the old route, around the bed of the Zouga, then crossed a piece of the driest desert they had ever seen, with not an insect or a bird to break the stillness.  On the third day a bird chirped in a bush, when the dog began to bark!  Shobo, their guide, a Bushman, lost his way, and for four days they were absolutely without water.  In his Missionary Travels, Livingstone records quietly, as was his wont his terrible anxiety about his children.

“The supply of water in the wagons had been wasted by one of our servants, and by the afternoon only a small portion remained for the children.  This was a bitterly anxious night; and next morning, the less there was of water, the more thirsty the little rogues became.  The idea of their perishing before our eyes was terrible; it would almost have been a relief to me to have been reproached with being the entire