Then I forced a little of the brandy which we distilled from peaches at the kraals between her lips, and she opened her eyes, and throwing her arms about me clung to me as little Tota had done, sobbing, "Thank God! thank God!" After a while she grew quieter, and I made her and Tota eat some food from the store that we had brought with us.

I too ate and was thankful, for with the exception of the mealie cobs I had tasted nothing for nearly four-and-twenty hours.

Then she washed her face and hands, and tidied her rags of dress as well as she was able.

As she did so by degrees I drew her story from her.
It seemed that on the previous afternoon, being wearied with packing, she went out to visit her father's grave, taking Tota with her, and was followed there by the two dogs.

She wished to lay some flowers on the grave and take farewell of the dust it covered, for as we had expected to trek early on the morrow she did not know if she would find a later opportunity.