The day before we trekked Ralph rode to visit his mother's grave for the last time, and then, following the track which he had taken as a child, he went to the kloof where Suzanne had found him, and sat down upon that stone on which as a child he had knelt in prayer, and where in after years he and his lost wife had told their love.

Jan accompanied him upon this dismal journey, for to speak truth we did not like to leave him more alone than we could help, since his manner remained strange, and when he set out on his solitary rides we could not be certain that we should ever see him come back again.
Next morning we trekked away, and my eyes were so full of tears as I sat beneath the tent of the first waggon that the familiar landscape and the home where I lived for twenty years and more were blotted from my sight.
But I could still hear the long-nosed spy who had bought the farm, and who as waiting to enter into possession, talking to Jan.
"Good-bye, Heer Botmar," he said, "and good fortune to you upon your journey.

For my part I cannot understand you emigrants.

The English Government is an accursed Government, no doubt; still I would not sell a farm and a house like this for fifty pounds and an old waggon in order to wander in the wilderness to escape from it, there to be eaten by lions or murdered by Kaffirs.

Still, good-bye, and good luck to you, and I hope that you are as content with your bargain as I am with mine." "The Lord will be our guide, as He was to the Israelites of old," answered Jan in a somewhat troubled voice.
"Yes, yes; they all say that, Heer Botmar, and I trust that they are right, for you will need nothing less than a cloud by day and a pillar of fire in the darkness to protect you from all the dangers in your path.