He has a froggy head, and a back like a new grave--for shape; and hands like a bird's toes that have been frostbitten.

But his eyes are his exhibition feature.

A couple of skinny cones project from the sides of his head, with a wee shiny bead of an eye set in the apex of each; and these cones turn bodily like pivot-guns and point every-which-way, and they are independent of each other; each has its own exclusive machinery.

When I am behind him and C.in front of him, he whirls one eye rearwards and the other forwards--which gives him a most Congressional expression (one eye on the constituency and one on the swag); and then if something happens above and below him he shoots out one eye upward like a telescope and the other downward--and this changes his expression, but does not improve it.
Natives must not be out after the curfew bell without a pass.

In Natal there are ten blacks to one white.
Sturdy plump creatures are the women.