This, however, he did not notice in his agitation, being convinced indeed that it was hanging to him behind like a bulldog.
"Snakes! my lord," he exclaimed, when at last after careful search we demonstrated to him that the adder had died before it could come into action.
"I hate 'em, my lord, and they haunts" (he said 'aunts) "me.

If ever I get out of this I'll go and live in Ireland, my lord, where they say there ain't none.

But it isn't likely that I shall," he added mournfully, "for the omen is horrid." "On the contrary," I answered, "it is splendid, for you have killed the snake and not the snake you.

'The dog it was that died,' Savage." After this the Kafirs gave Savage a second very long name which meant "He-who-sits-down-on-snakes-and-makes-them-flat." Having remounted him on his horse, which was standing patiently a few yards away, at length we got off.

I lingered a minute behind the others to give some directions to my old Griqua gardener, Jack, who snivelled at parting with me, and to take a last look at my little home.