Old Hans in Pretoria! What could it mean?
"_Oom_ Coetzee! _Oom_ Coetzee!" she called, as he came ambling past her, evidently heading for the Heidelberg road.
The old Boer pulled up his pony, and gazed around him in a mystified fashion.
"Here, _Oom_ Coetzee! Here!" "_Allemachter!_" he said, jerking his pony round.

"It's you, Missie Jess, is it?
Now who would have thought of seeing you here ?" "Who would have thought of seeing _you_ here ?" she answered.
"Yes, yes; it seems strange; I dare say that it seems strange.

But I am a messenger of peace, like Uncle Noah's dove in the ark, you know.

The fact is," and he glanced round to see if anybody was listening, "I have been sent by the Government to arrange about an exchange of prisoners." "The Government! What Government ?" "What Government?
Why, the Triumvirate, of course--whom may the Lord bless and prosper, as He did Jonah when he walked on the wall of the city." "Joshua, when he walked round the wall of the city," suggested Jess.
"Jonah walked down the whale's throat." "Ah! to be sure, so he did, and blew a trumpet inside.

I remember now; though I am sure I don't know how he did it.