"Do I dream?
Are you mad?
What may it be ?" "Go, dog," cried the Dutchwoman; "I would have been a rich woman this day if it had not been for your laziness.

Praying with the Kaffers behind the kraal walls.

Go, you Kaffer's dog!" "But what then is the matter?
What may have happened since I left ?" said the German, turning to the Hottentot woman, who sat upon the step.
She was his friend; she would tell him kindly the truth.

The woman answered by a loud, ringing laugh.
"Give it him, old missis! Give it him!" It was so nice to see the white man who had been master hunted down.

The coloured woman laughed, and threw a dozen mealie grains into her mouth to chew.
All anger and excitement faded from the old man's face.