What would his children do hereafter?
Were they to grow up with no other end than to become poor hunters--no better than the wild Bushmen?
No! no! no! To make a home there would be out of the question.

A few days to recruit his wearied horses, and then he would make a struggle and trek back to the settlements.
But what after he had got back?
He knew not what then.

His future was gloomy and uncertain.
After indulging in such reflections for an hour or more, he bethought him that it was time to return to the camp; and having caught and bridled his horse, he mounted and set forth.
The animal, refreshed by the sweet grass and cool water, carried him briskly along; and in less than two hours he came up with Swartboy and Hendrik where they were pasturing the horses.
These were taken back to the wagon and harnessed in; and then the great vehicle once more "trekked" across the plains.
Before the sun had set, the long white cap-tent was gleaming under the leafy screen of the gigantic "nwana.".