This was not wonderful, seeing that for two days and nights practically I had not rested, during which time I went through much fatigue and many emotions.
When at length I did wake up, the first thing I saw was Anscombe already dressed, engaged in cleaning my clothes with a brush from his toilet case.

I remember thinking how smart and incongruous that dressing-bag, made appropriately enough of crocodile hide, looked in this Kaffir hut with its silver-topped bottles and its ivory-handled razors.
"Time to get up, Sir.

Bath ready, Sir," he said in his jolly, drawling voice, pointing to a calabash full of hot water.

"Hope you slept as well as I did, Sir." "You appear to have recovered your spirits," I remarked as I rose and began to wash myself.
"Yes, Sir, and why not?
Heda is quite well, for I have seen her.
These Swazis are very good people, and as Kaatje understands their language, bring us all we want.

Our troubles seem to be done with.