They are fat as butter, and there is lots of grass along the road if I can't get forage for them.

Besides, the cart will be nearly empty, so I can carry a muid of mealies and fifty bundles of forage.

I will take that Zulu boy, Mouti, with me.

He does not know very much about horses, but he is a plucky fellow, and would stick by one at a pinch.
One can't rely on Jantje; he is always sneaking off somewhere, and would be sure to get drunk just as one wanted him." "Yes, yes, John, that's right, that's right," said the old man.

"I will go and see about having the horses got up and the wheels greased.