But she slept, and I could almost think that I saw her lips shape my name in her sleep.

Close to her, her head upon Stella's breast, was little Tota; she had a skin thrown over her to keep out the night cold.

The child was awake, and appeared to be moaning with fear.

By the fire, and in such a position that the light fell full upon her face, and engaged in cooking something in a rough pot shaped from wood, sat the Baboon-woman, Hendrika.

She was clothed in baboon skins, and her face had been rubbed with some dark stain, which was, however, wearing off it.