I looked at these slopes; they literally swarmed with baboons, grunting, barking, screaming, and beating their breasts with their long arms, in fury.

I looked up the water-way; along it, accompanied by a mob, or, as it were, a guard of baboons, ran Hendrika, her long hair flying, madness written on her face, and in her arms was the senseless form of little Tota.
She saw us, and a foam of rage burst from her lips.

She screamed aloud.
To me the sound was a mere inarticulate cry, but the baboons clearly understood it, for they began to roll rocks down on to us.

One boulder leaped past me and struck down a Kaffir behind; another fell from the roof of the arch on to a man's head and killed him.

Indaba-zimbi lifted his gun to shoot Hendrika; I knocked it up, so that the shot went over her, crying that he would kill the child.