I take these thoughts from a note that I made in my pocket-book at the time.
Thus I reflected and then wrote a few lines of farewell in the fond and foolish hope that somehow they might find those to whom they were addressed (I have those letters still and very oddly they read to-day).
This done, I tried to throw out my mind towards Brother John if he still lived, as indeed I had done for days past, so that I might inform him of our plight and, I am afraid, reproach him for having brought us to such an end by his insane carelessness or want of faith.
Whilst I was still engaged thus Babemba arrived with his soldiers to lead us off to execution.

It was Hans who came to tell me that he was there.

The poor old Hottentot shook me by the hand and wiped his eyes with his ragged coat-sleeve.
"Oh! Baas, this is our last journey," he said, "and you are going to be killed, Baas, and it is all my fault, Baas, because I ought to have found a way out of the trouble which is what I was hired to do.

But I can't, my head grows so stupid.

Oh! if only I could come even with Imbozwi I shouldn't mind, and I will, I _will_, if I have to return as a ghost to do it.