Indeed the men shook their fists at us, the women screamed out curses, while the children stuck out their tongues in token of derision or defiance.

Most of these demonstrations, however, were directed at Marut and his followers, who only smiled indifferently.

At me they stared in wonder not unmixed with fear.
A quarter of a mile or so from the gate we came to an inner enclosure, that answered to the South African cattle kraal, surrounded by a dry ditch and a timber palisade outside of which was planted a green fence of some shrub with long white thorns.

Here we passed through more gates, to find ourselves in an oval space, perhaps five acres in extent.
Evidently this served as a market ground, but all around it were open sheds where hundreds of horses were stabled.

No cattle seemed to be kept there, except a few that with sheep and goats were driven in every day for slaughter purposes at a shambles at the north end, from the great stock kraals built beyond the forest to the south, where they were safe from possible raiding by the White Kendah.
A tall reed fence cut off the southern end of this marketplace, outside of which we were ordered to dismount.