I walked through the outlying trees and between two of the wagons.

One of these I noticed, as we do notice things at such times, was the same in which Marais had trekked with his daughter, his favourite wagon that once I had helped to fit with a new dissel-boom.
Before me were the rough houses built of the branches of trees, daubed over with mud, or rather the backs of them, for they faced west.

I stood still for a moment, and as I stood thought that I heard a faint sound as of someone reciting slowly.

I crept along the end of the outermost house and, rubbing the cold sweat from my eyes, peeped round the corner, for it occurred to me that savages might be in possession.

Then I saw what caused the sound.