"Umslopogaas, at length the hour has come that I should whisper something into your ear, a word which I have held secret ever since you were born." "Speak on, my father," he said, wondering.
I crept to the door of the hut and looked out.

The night was dark and I could see none about, and could hear no one move, yet, being cautious, I walked round the hut.

Ah, my father, when you have a secret to tell, be not so easily deceived.

It is not enough to look forth and to peer round.

Dig beneath the floor, and search the roof also; then, having done all this, go elsewhere and tell your tale.