It was clearly now beyond the power of me or any man to stop the march of events.

My thoughts ran on a native rising, and I kept telling myself how little that was probable.

Where were the arms, the leader, the discipline?
At any rate such arguments put me to sleep before dawn, and I wakened at eight to find that nothing had happened.

The clear morning sunlight, as of old, made Blaauwildebeestefontein the place of a dream.

Zeeta brought in my cup of coffee as if this day were just like all others, my pipe tasted as sweet, the fresh air from the Berg blew as fragrantly on my brow.