He was the driver of the first wagon.
"My father," he said to the White Man, "this is my word.

The oxen are lost in the snow.

No man knows whither they have gone, or whether they live or are now but hides and bones.

Yet at the kraal yonder," and he pointed to some huts about two miles away on the hillside, "lives a witch doctor named Zweete.

He is old--very old--but he has wisdom, and he can tell you where the oxen are if any man may, my father." "Stuff!" answered the White Man.