In fact, it presented the appearance of a vast sheep-pen; so vast, that as far as their sight extended, they beheld the same tracked and trampled appearance! What could this mean?
Hendrik did not know.

Von Bloom was in doubt.
Swartboy could tell at the first glance.

It was no new sight to him.
"All right, baas," he said, looking up in his master's face.

"Da's da ole wagon!--da same spring an' vley--da same place--dar hab been um _trek-boken_!" "A trek-boken!" cried Von Bloom and Hendrik, in a breath.
"Ya, baas--a mighty big one too; das de spoor of dem antelope--See!" Von Bloom now comprehended all.

The bareness of the country, the absence of the leaves on the lower bushes, the millions of small hoof-tracks, all were now explained.