Say good night to Tante too, and tell her that our sleeping chamber is the very perfection of domestic comfort." "Hunk!" ejaculated the farmer, and he disappeared again.
"I wonder that he did not turn upon you," said West, rather reproachfully; "he must have understood that you were speaking sarcastically." "Not he," said his companion.

"Thick-headed, muddy-brained brute; more like a quadruped than a man! The Kaffirs are gentlemen to some of these up-country farmers, and yet they are the slaves." "Too tired to discuss moral ethics!" said West sleepily; "but really this place is awful.

Agricultural implements in one corner, sacks of something in another, horns, saddles, tools--oh, I'm too sleepy to go on.

Hallo! He has taken those two rifles away that were slung over that low cupboard." "To be sure; so he has! Afraid we should steal them, perhaps, and be off before he woke! I say, did you notice how he examined ours ?" "Yes; I fancied he had noticed that they were Mausers." "Oh no.

They were fresh to him.