We crawled on again till our white friend literally threw himself down.

I have related this incident to show how cruel Kaffirs can be, for now the rage of the evil-looking driver burst forth.

He not only hammered the prostrate horse to any extent, but then made the rest of the team pull on, so as to drag him along on his side.

Of course this could not be allowed, and Major -- -- jumped out and commanded him to desist, take out the useless horse, and tie him behind.

At first the Kaffir was very mutinous, and it was only when a stick was laid threateningly across his back that he sulkily complied, looking the while as if he would like to murder the man he was forced to obey.