rtson set
out in their waggon to escort the newly-married pair to Durban, taking
with them several of their converts, and all their flock of adopted
children.

The stay in Durban, and Pieter Maritzburg, among old friends, was full of
comfort and pleasure; but the indefatigable missionary and his wife were
soon on their way home, their waggon heavily loaded with boxes sent by
friends in England, containing much that they had longed for--among other
things, iron-work for fitting their church. On the 18th of June, when
they were three days' journey across the Tugela, while Mr. Robertson was
walking in front of the waggon to secure a safe track for it, the wheels,
in coming down a descent, slid along on some slippery grass, and there
was a complete overturn, the waggon falling on its side with the wheels
in the air, and Mrs. Robertson, and a little Kaffir boy of three years
old, under the whole of the front portion of the load.

Her husband and the Kaffirs cut away the side of the waggon with axes,
and tried to draw her out, but she was too fast wedged in. She said in a
calm voice, "Oh, remove the boxes," but before this could be done she had
breathed her last, apparently from suffocation, for her limbs were not
crushed, and her exceeding delicacy of frame and shortness of breath
probably made the weight and suffocation fatal to her. The little boy
suffered no injury.

The spot was near a Norwegian mission station, where the kindest help was
immediately offered to the husband. A coffin was made of plank that had
been bought at Durban to be made into church doors, and when her husband
had kept lonely vigil all night over her remains, Henrietta Robertson was
laid in her grave, where the Norwegians hope to build their church, Mr.
Robertson himself reading the service over her.

But her work has not died with her. Mr. Robertson returned to his lonely
task, helped and tended by the converted man and his wife, Usajabula and
Christina, whom she had trained, and whose child had been with her in the
fatal overturn. A clergyman returning from the Zanzibar Mission came to
him and aided him for a while; other helpers have come out from time to
time, and meantime, Miss Mackenzie exerted herself to the utmost,
straining every nerve to obtain funds for the establishment of a
Missionary Bishopric in Zululand, as the most fitting memorial to her
brother, since it was here that, had he chosen for himself, his work
would have lain.