Then there was Magata farther north among the mountains.

He had no quarrel with me, for he used to give me a meal when I went out hunting in that direction; and once he turned out a hundred of his young men, and I had a great battue of wild dogs.

Sikitola, the biggest of all, lived some distance out in the flats.

I knew less about him; but if his men were the trackers, they must have spent most of their days a weary way from their kraal.
The Kaffirs in the huts at Blaauwildebeestefontein were mostly Christians, and quiet, decent fellows, who farmed their little gardens, and certainly preferred me to Japp.

I thought at one time of riding into Pietersdorp to consult the Native Commissioner.