It is not easy to astonish a Hottentot's brain, which often draws no accurate dividing-line between the possible and what the modern world holds to be impossible.
"Yes, Baas," he said when I had finished, "then it seems that the old woman was not such a liar after all.

Baas, when shall we start after that hoard of dead ivory, and which way will you go?
By Kilwa or through Zululand?
It should be settled soon because of the seasons." After this we talked together for a long while, for with pockets as empty as mine were then, the problem seemed difficult, if not insoluble..