I discovered that some big droves were passing on a certain day, and that the owners and their families were travelling with them in wagons.

Accordingly I had a light naachtmaal fitted up as a sort of travelling store, and with my two wagons full of building material joined the caravan.

I hoped to do good trade in selling little luxuries to the farmers on the road and at Umvelos'.
It was a clear cold morning when we started down the Berg.

At first my hands were full with the job of getting my heavy wagons down the awesome precipice which did duty as a highway.

We locked the wheels with chains, and tied great logs of wood behind to act as brakes.
Happily my drivers knew their business, but one of the Boer wagons got a wheel over the edge, and it was all that ten men could do to get it back again.
After that the road was easier, winding down the side of a slowly opening glen.