I passed first into our sleeping hut, thence one by one into all the others, but still saw no sign of her.
Then I went out, and calling to a Kaffir in the garden asked him if he had seen his mistress.
He answered "yes." He had seen her carrying flowers and walking towards the graveyard, holding the little white girl--my daughter--as he called her, by the hand, when the sun stood "there," and he pointed to a spot on the horizon where it would have been about an hour and a half before.
"The two dogs were with them," he added.

I turned and ran towards the graveyard, which was about a quarter of a mile from the huts.

Of course there was no reason to be anxious--evidently she had gone to lay the flowers on her father's grave.

And yet I was anxious.
When I got near the graveyard I met one of the natives, who, by my orders, had been set round the kraals to watch the place, and noticed that he was rubbing his eyes and yawning.

Clearly he had been asleep.