CHAPTER VII.
THE BABOON-WOMAN Hendrika obeyed, leading the horses to the side of the tree.
"Now, Mr.Allan," said Stella, "you must ride on my horse, and the old black man must ride on the other.

I will walk, and Hendrika will carry the child.

Oh, do not be afraid, she is very strong, she could carry you or me." Hendrika grunted assent.

I am sorry that I cannot express her method of speech by any more polite term.

Sometimes she grunted like a monkey, sometimes she clicked like a Bushman, and sometimes she did both together, when she became quite unintelligible.
I expostulated against this proposed arrangement, saying that we could walk, which was a fib, for I do not think that I could have done a mile; but Stella would not listen, she would not even let me carry my elephant gun, but took it herself.