Your spirit speaks truly to you of the matter.
Yet it wanders a little from the path, since I fought the white man for less than sixpence.

I fought him for love, which is nothing at all." "Then you are even a bigger fool than I took you for, Hans.

What do you want now ?" "I want to borrow a pound, Baas.

The white man will take me before the magistrate, and I shall be fined a pound, or fourteen days in the _trunk_ (i.e.jail).

It is true that the white man struck me first, but the magistrate will not believe the word of a poor old Hottentot against his, and I have no witness.