We have searched far and wide and can find no trace of her.

Make food ready to put in my saddle-bags, for should we discover her to-night or to-morrow, she will be starving." "Be comforted," I said, "at least she will not starve, for the cook girl tells me that before Suzanne set out this morning she begged of her a bottle of milk and with it some biltong and meal cakes and put them in her bag." "It is strange," he answered.

"What could the little maid want with these unless she was minded to make a journey ?" "At times it comes into the thoughts of children to play truant, husband." "Yes, yes, that is so, but pray God that we may find her before the moon sets." Then while I filled the saddle-bags Jan swallowed some meat, and a fresh horse having been brought he kissed me and rode away in the twilight.
Oh! what hours were those that followed! All night long I sat there on the _stoep_, though the wind chilled me and the dew wet my clothes, watching and praying as, I think, I never prayed before.

This I knew well--that our Suzanne, our only child, the light and joy of our home, was in danger so great that the Lord alone could save her.

The country where we lived was lonely, savages still roamed about it who hated the white man, and might steal or kill her; also it was full of leopards, hyenas, and other beasts of prey which would devour her.