However, when she found that she was kindly treated, she opened her lips and told me the same story that her late master had repeated, neither more nor less.

Finally I asked her whether she could guide me to the place where she had seen the "live wagons." She answered: "Oh, yes," as she had travelled many roads and never forgot any of them.
This, of course, was all I wanted from the woman, who, I may add, ultimately gave me a good deal of trouble.

The poor creature seemed never to have experienced kindness, and her gratitude for the little I showed her was so intense that it became a nuisance.

She followed me about everywhere, trying to do me service in her savage way, and even attempted to seize my food and chew it before I put it into my own mouth--to save me the trouble, I suppose.

Ultimately I married her, somewhat against her will, I fear, to one of the hired Kaffirs, who made her a very good husband, although when he was dismissed from my service she wanted to leave him and follow me.
At length, under the guidance of this woman, Jeel, we made a start.
There were but fifty miles to go, a distance that on a fair road any good horse would cover in eight hours, or less.