That this woman had the power of conversing with baboons I knew.[*] That was not so very wonderful, seeing that the Bushmen claim to be able to do the same thing, and she had been nurtured by them.

But that she had been able to muster them, and by the strength of her human will and intelligence muster them in order to forward her ends of revenge, seemed to me so incredible that after reflection my fears grew light.

Still I determined to trek.

After all, a journey in an ox waggon would not be such a very terrible thing to a strong woman accustomed to roughing it, whatever her state of health.

And when all was said and done I did not like this tale of the presence of Hendrika with countless hosts of baboons.
[*] For an instance of this, see Anderson's "Twenty-five Years in a Waggon," vol.i.p.