She brought me water to wash, and a cup of strong tea, while I carried my baggage indoors and paid the driver of the cart.

Then, having cleaned myself and lit a pipe, I walked across the road to see Mr Wardlaw.
I found the schoolmaster sitting under his own fig-tree reading one of his Kaffir primers.

Having come direct by rail from Cape Town, he had been a week in the place, and ranked as the second oldest white resident.
'Yon's a bonny chief you've got, Davie,' were his first words.

'For three days he's been as fou as the Baltic.' I cannot pretend that the misdeeds of Mr Japp greatly annoyed me.

I had the reversion of his job, and if he chose to play the fool it was all in my interest.