That gave me pleasure, but I also saw that the sheep and goats had got mixed up with the springboks, and were moving off with them as if they belonged to the same species! I fear they are all lost." "And the lion ?" inquired Hendrik.
"Yonder he lies!" answered Hans, modestly pointing to a yellow mass out upon the plain, over which the vultures were already beginning to hover.
"Yonder he lies, you could hardly have done it better yourself, brother Hendrik." As Hans said this, he smiled in such a manner as to show, that he had no idea of making a boast of his achievements.
Hendrik was loud in acknowledging that it was a most splendid feat, and also in regretting that he had not been on the ground to witness the wonderful migration of the springboks.
But there was no time for much idle talk.

Von Bloom and his party were in a very unpleasant situation.

His flocks were all gone.

The cow and horses alone remained; and for these not a blade of grass had been left by the antelopes.

Upon what were they to be fed?
To follow the spoor of the migratory springboks with the hope of recovering their flock would be quite useless.