To Mrs. Moffat general application was made both by males and females.  One brought skins to be cut into dresses, another wanted a jacket, a third a pattern, while a fourth brought his jacket sewed upside down, and asked why it did not fit.  Fat, which before they always considered was to be rubbed on their bodies or deposited in their stomachs, they now found useful in making candles to give light in their dwellings.

The prospects of the missionaries continued cheering, and the increased anxiety for instruction and growth in knowledge among the candidates greatly strengthened their hands.  “I seek Jesus,” one would say; a second, “I am feeling after God, I have been wandering, unconscious of my danger, among beasts of prey; the day has dawned, I see my danger.”  The missionaries were cautious men, and were slow to receive members into their little church, but the evidence was complete that numbers were saved.

The happy death of a native woman about this time afforded them much encouragement.  When she knew her end was near, she said to those around, “I am going to die.  Weep not because I am going to leave you, but weep for your sins and your souls.  With me all is well, for do not suppose that I die like a beast, or that I shall sleep for ever in the grave.  No!  Jesus has died for my sins; He has said he will save me, I am going to be with Him.”  Thus one who a few months before was as ignorant as the cattle, departed with the full assurance of an eternal life beyond the grave.

Rumours had for some time past reached the Kuruman station of a strong and warlike people who dwelt to the eastward, spoke another language, and were strangers to the Bechwanas.  In the latter portion of 1829, two envoys were specially sent from Moselekatse, the king of this people, the Matabele, to the mission station at Kuruman, to learn about the manners and teaching of the white men there.

These envoys, who were two of the king’s head men, were entertained, the principal objects, industries, and methods of living were pointed out to them; but their greatest wonder was excited when they beheld the public worship in the mission chapel.  They listened to the hymns, and to the address, part of which only they understood, and were much surprised when they heard that the hymns were not war songs.

When the time came for the ambassadors to depart, they begged Robert Moffat to accompany them, as they were afraid of the Bechwana tribes through whom they would have to pass on their return journey.  This circumstance led to his visiting the warlike Moselekatse, over whom he obtained a marvellous influence.

The details of the journey we must pass over.  As they advanced they saw evidences on every hand of the terrible Mantatees, and the still more terrible Matabele.  In places, where populous towns and villages had been, nothing remained but dilapidated walls and heaps of stones, mingled with human skulls.  The country had become the abode of reptiles and beasts of prey; the inhabitants having perished beneath the spears and clubs of their savage enemies.