Did one little stone come first, and stop the others as they rolled ?" said the boy with earnestness, in a low voice, more as speaking to himself than to them.
"Oh, Waldo, God put the little kopje here," said Em with solemnity.
"But how did he put it here ?" "By wanting." "But how did the wanting bring it here ?" "Because it did." The last words were uttered with the air of one who produces a clinching argument.

What effect it had on the questioner was not evident, for he made no reply, and turned away from her.
Drawing closer to Lyndall's feet, he said after a while in a low voice: "Lyndall, has it never seemed to you that the stones were talking with you?
Sometimes," he added in a yet lower tone, "I lie under there with my sheep, and it seems that the stones are really speaking--speaking of the old things, of the time when the strange fishes and animals lived that are turned into stone now, and the lakes were here; and then of the time when the little Bushmen lived here, so small and so ugly, and used to sleep in the wild dog holes, and in the sloots, and eat snakes, and shot the bucks with their poisoned arrows.

It was one of them, one of these old wild Bushmen, that painted those," said the boy, nodding toward the pictures--"one who was different from the rest.

He did not know why, but he wanted to make something beautiful--he wanted to make something, so he made these.

He worked hard, very hard, to find the juice to make the paint; and then he found this place where the rocks hang over, and he painted them.