He replied that as he was going to his death and had property, namely the L650 that had been left in a bank to his credit, he desired to make a "white man's will" to be left in the charge of Babemba.

The only provision of the said will was that I was to inherit his property, if I lived.

If I died, which, he added, "of course you must, Baas, like the rest of us," it was to be devoted to furnishing poor black people in hospital with something comforting to drink instead of the "cow's water" that was given to them there.

Needless to say I turned him out at once, and that testamentary deposition remained unrecorded.

Indeed it was unnecessary, since, as I reminded him, on my advice he had already made a will before we left Durban, a circumstance that he had quite forgotten.
The second event, which occurred about an hour before our departure, was, that hearing a mighty wailing in the market-place where once Hans and I had been tied to stakes to be shot to death with arrows, I went out to see what was the matter.