I ask no wages, only a bit of food and a handful of tobacco, and the light of your face and a word now and again of the memories that belong to both of us.

I am still very strong.

I can shoot well--well, Baas, who was it that put it into your mind to aim at the tails of the vultures on the Hill of Slaughter yonder in Zululand, and so saved the lives of all the Boer people, and of her whose holy name must not be mentioned?
Baas, you will not turn me away ?" "No," I answered, "you can come.

But you will swear by the spirit of my father, the Predikant, to touch no liquor on this journey." "I swear by his spirit and by that of the Holy One," and he flung himself forward on to his knees, took my hand and kissed it.

Then he rose and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "If the Baas can give me two blankets, I shall thank him, also five shillings to buy some tobacco and a new knife.