This krantz was a very beautiful spot about three morgen, or six English acres, in extent, and walled all round with impassable cliffs.

Down the face of one of these cliffs fell a waterfall forming a deep pool, out of which a stream ran, and on the banks of this stream the new hut was being built in such a position that the heat of the sun could strike it but little.
While he was taking note of these and other things Zinti saw some of those who were working at the hut leave it and start to walk towards the cleft.

So having learnt everything that he could he thought it was time to go, and slipped away back to the bush, and thence homewards by the road which the cow had shown him.
Now, it chanced that as he went Zinti pierced his foot with a large thorn so that he was only able to travel slowly.

On the fifth night of his journey he limped into a wood to sleep, which wood grew not much more than two hours on horseback from our farm.

When he had been asleep for some hours he woke up, for all his food was done, and he could not rest well because of his hunger, and was astonished to see the light of a fire among the trees at some distance from him.