I began to feel there was something weird and uncanny about this home-coming.
Never before had I known Klaas's so entirely deserted.
I lifted the latch and opened the door.

It gave access at once to the single plain living-room.

There, all was huddled.

For a moment my eyes hardly took in the truth.

There are sights so sickening that the brain at the first shock wholly fails to realise them.
On the stone slab floor of the low living-room Tant Mettie lay dead.
Her body was pierced through by innumerable thrusts, which I somehow instinctively recognised as assegai wounds.