It took an hour or more to do so, and she listened intently, now and again asking a question.
"It is all very wonderful," she said when I had done, "very wonderful indeed.

Do you know I went out this morning with Hendrika and the dogs for a ride, meaning to get back home by mid-day, for my father is ill, and I do not like to leave him for long.

But just as I was going to turn, when we were about where we are now--yes, that was the very bush--an oribe got up, and the dogs chased it.

I followed them for the gallop, and when we came to the river, instead of turning to the left as bucks generally do, the oribe swam the stream and took to the Bad Lands beyond.

I followed it, and within a hundred yards of the big tree the dogs killed it.