You must bide here with your father.
If possible, I will write to you from time to time, telling you where we are and how we fare.

But if I do not write, know that it is because I cannot, or because I can find no messenger, or because the letters have miscarried, for we go into wild countries, amongst savages." "Whither do you go ?" I asked.
"I believe up towards the great harbour called Delagoa Bay, where the Portuguese rule.

My cousin Hernan, who accompanies us"-- and she shivered a little in my arms--"is half Portuguese.

He tells the Boers that he has relations there who have written him many fine promises, saying they will give us good country to dwell in where we cannot be followed by the English, whom he and my father hate so much." "I have heard that is all fever veld, and that the country between is full of fierce Kaffirs," I said with a groan.
"Perhaps.

I do not know, and I do not care.