"Still, it is Christian to submit to injuries, and therefore I will do as you wish.

As to these bearers of false witness, I leave them to God." "And I leave you to the devil," shouted Vrouw Prinsloo, "who will certainly have you soon or late.

Get out of my sight, stinkcat, or I will pull your hair off." And she rushed at him, flapping her dreadful vatdoek--which she produced from some recess in her raiment--in his face, driving him away as though he were a noxious insect.
Well, he went I know not where, and so strong was public opinion against him that I do not think that even his uncle, Henri Marais, sought him out to console him.
When Pereira was gone, our party and that of Retief fell into talk, and we had much to tell.

Especially was the commandant interested in the story of my bet with Dingaan, whereby I saved the lives of all my companions by shooting the vultures.
"It was not for nothing, nephew, that God Almighty gave you the power of holding a gun so straight," said Retief to me when he understood the matter.

"I remember that when you killed those wildfowl in the Groote Kloof with bullets, which no other man could have done, I wondered why you should have such a gift above all the rest of us, who have practised for so many more years.