So it came about that one afternoon Suzanne put the dog in a basket, and taking with her an old Hottentot to carry it, set out upon her grey mare for the valley where Sihamba lived.

Now Sihamba had her hut and the huts of the few people in her service in a recess at the end of the valley, so placed that until you were quite on to them you would never have guessed that they were there.

Down this valley Suzanne rode, the Hottentot with the basket on his head trotting by her side, till turning the corner she came upon a scene which she had very little expected.

In one part of the open space beyond her, herded by some Kaffirs, were a number of cattle, sheep and goats.

Opposite to them in the shadow under the hillside stood the huts of Sihamba, and in front of these grew a large tree.