Then the rest were captured and put upon their trial, and to the rage and horror of all their countrymen the brutal British governor of that day, who was named Somerset, ordered five of them to be hanged, among them my husband's father and uncle.

Petitions for mercy availed nothing, and these five were tied to a beam like Kaffir dogs yonder at Slagter's Nek, they who had shed the blood of no man.

Yes, yes, it is true, for Jan, my man, saw it; he saw his father and his uncle hanged like dogs.

When they pushed them from the beam four of the ropes broke--perhaps they had been tampered with, I know not--but still the devils who murdered them would show no mercy.

Jan ran to his father and cast his arms about him, but they tore him away.
"Do not forget, my son," he gasped as he lay there on the ground with the broken rope about his neck, nor did Jan ever forget.
It was after this that the Botmars trekked into the Transkei, and with them some other families, amongst whom were the Naudes, my parents.