11/29 If I die, I die." "Very well, Macumazahn, then stay and be killed," he answered, taking a pinch of snuff. "Come, let us see about the waggons," and we walked towards the laager. However, I got hold of Hans Botha and put it to him if it would not be best to desert the waggons and make a run for it. No, Heer Allan, we must fight it out with the savages, and God help us!" "God help us, indeed. Think of the children, Hans!" "I can't bear to think," he answered, in a broken voice, looking at his own little girl, a sweet, curly-haired, blue-eyed child of six, named Tota, whom I had often nursed as a baby. |