I turned into the bush, which here was thin and sparse like whins on a common.
The Berg must be my goal.

Once on the plateau I would be inside the white man's lines.

Down here in the plains I was in the country of my enemies.

Arcoll meant to fight on the uplands when it came to fighting.

The black man might rage as he pleased in his own flats, but we stood to defend the gates of the hills.