at　nightfall；　for；　having　little　or　no　artificial　light；　we　went　to　rest
  with　the　sun；　or　shortly　after　it。　　Sweet；　indeed；　was　that
  companionship　of　perfect　trust　and　love；　so　sweet；　that　even　after　all
  these　years　I　do　not　care　to　dwell　upon　the　holy　memory　of　those　blessed
  months。
  So　soon　as　the　surviving　Boers　began　to　recover　by　the　help　of　my　stores
  and　medicines　and　the　meat　which　I　shot　in　plenty；　of　course　great
  discussions　arose　as　to　our　future　plans。　　First　it　was　suggested　that
  we　should　trek　to　Lorenzo　Marquez；　and　wait　for　a　ship　there　to　take　us
  down　to　Natal；　for　none　of　them　would　hear　of　returning　beggared　to　the
  Cape　to　tell　the　story　of　their　failure　and　dreadful　bereavements。　　I
  pointed　out；　however；　that　no　ship　might　come　for　a　long　while；　perhaps
  for　one　or　two　years；　and　that　Lorenzo　Marquez　and　its　neighborhood
  seemed　to　be　a　poisonous　place　to　live　in！
  The　next　idea　was　that　we　should　stop　where　we　were；　one　which　I　rather
  welcomed；　as　I　should　have　been　glad　to　abide　in　peace　with　Marie　until
  the　six　months　of　probation　had　gone　by。
  However；　in　the　end　this　was　rejected　for　many　good　reasons。　　Thus　half
  a　score　of　white　people；　of　whom　four　were　members　of　a　single　family；
  were　certainly　not　strong　enough　to　form　a　settlement；　especially　as　the
  surrounding　natives　might　become　actively　hostile　at　any　moment。　　Again；
  the　worst　fever　season　was　approaching；　in　which　we　should　very　possibly
  all　be　carried　off。　　Further；　we　had　no　breeding　cattle　or　horses；　which
  would　not　live　in　this　veld；　and　only　the　ammunition　and　goods　that　I
  had　brought　with　me。
  So　it　was　clear　that　but　one　thing　remained　to　be　done；　namely；　to　trek
  back　to　what　is　now　the　Transvaal　territory；　or；　better　still；　to　Natal；
  for　this　route　would　enable　us　to　avoid　the　worst　of　the　mountains。
  There　we　might　join　some　other　party　of　the　emigrant　Boersfor　choice；
  that　of　Retief；　of　whose　arrival　over　the　Drakensberg　I　was　able　to　tell
  them。
  That　point　settled；　we　made　our　preparations。　　To　begin　with；　I　had　only
  enough　oxen　for　two　wagons；　whereas；　even　if　we　abandoned　the　rest　of
  them；　we　must　take　at　least　four。　　Therefore；　through　my　Kaffirs；　I
  opened　negotiations　with　the　surrounding　natives；　who；　when　they　heard
  that　I　was　not　a　Boer　and　was　prepared　to　pay　for　what　I　bought；　soon
  expressed　a　willingness　to　trade。　　Indeed；　very　shortly　we　had　quite　a
  market　established；　to　which　cattle　were　brought　that　I　bargained　for
  and　purchased；　giving　cloth；　knives；　hoes；　and　the　usual　Kaffir　goods　in
  payment　for　the　same。
  Also；　they　brought　mealies　and　other　corn；　and　oh！　the　delight　with
  which　those　poor　people；　who　for　months　and　months　had　existed　upon
  nothing　but　flesh…meat；　ate　of　this　farinaceous　food。　　Never　shall　I
  forget　seeing　Marie　and　the　surviving　children　partake　of　their　first
  meal　of　porridge；　and　washing　the　sticky　stuff　down　with　draughts　of
  fresh；　sugared　milk；　for　with　the　oxen　I　had　succeeded　in　obtaining　two
  good　cows。　　It　is　enough　to　say　that　this　change　of　diet　soon　completely
  re…established　their　health；　and　made　Marie　more　beautiful　than　she　had
  ever　been　before。
  Having　got　the　oxen；　the　next　thing　was　to　break　them　to　the　yoke；　for；
  although　docile　creatures　enough；　they　had　never　even　seen　a　wagon。
  This　proved　a　long　and　difficult　process；　involving　many　trial　trips；
  moreover；　the　selected　wagons；　one　of　which　had　belonged　to　Pereira；
  must　be　mended　with　very　insufficient　tools　and　without　the　help　of　a
  forge。　　Indeed；　had　it　not　chanced　that　Hans；　the　Hottentot；　had　worked
  for　a　wagon…maker　at　some　indefinite　period　of　his　career；　I　do　not
  think　that　we　could　have　managed　the　job　at　all。
  It　was　while　we　were　busy　with　these　tasks　that　some　news　arrived　which
  was　unpleasing　enough　to　everyone；　except　perhaps　to　Henri　Marais。　　I
  was　engaged　on　a　certain　evening　in　trying　to　make　sixteen　of　the　Kaffir
  cattle　pull　together　in　the　yoke；　instead　of　tying　themselves　into　a
  double　knot　and　over…setting　the　wagon；　when　Hans；　who　was　helping　me；
  suddenly　called　out：
  〃Look！　baas；　here　comes　one　of　my　brothers；〃　or；　in　other　words；　a
  Hottentot。
  Following　the　line　of　his　hand；　I　saw　a　thin　and　wretched　creature；　clad
  only　in　some　rags　and　the　remains　of　a　big　hat　with　the　crown　out；
  staggering　towards　us　between　the　trees。
  〃Why！〃　exclaimed　Marie　in　a　startled　voice；　for；　as　usual；　she　was　at　my
  side；　〃it　is　Klaus；　one　of　my　cousin　Hernan's　after…riders。〃
  〃So　long　as　it　is　not　your　cousin　Hernan　himself；　I　do　not　care；〃　I
  said。
  Presently　the　poor；　starved　〃Totty〃　arrived；　and　throwing　himself　down；
  begged　for　food。　　A　cold　shoulder　of　buck　was　given　to　him；　which　he
  devoured；　holding　it　in　both　hands　and　tearing　off　great　lumps　of　flesh
  with　his　teeth　like　a　wild　beast。
  When　at　last　he　was　satisfied；　Marais；　who　had　come　up　with　the　other
  Boers；　asked　him　whence　he　came　and　what　was　his　news　of　his　master。
  〃Out　of　the　bush；〃　he　answered；　〃and　my　news　of　the　baas　is　that　he　is
  dead。　　At　least；　I　left　him　so　ill　that　I　suppose　he　must　be　dead　by
  now。〃
  〃Why　did　you　leave　him　if　he　was　ill？〃　asked　Marais。
  〃Because　he　told　me　to；　baas；　that　I　might　find　help；　for　we　were
  starving；　having　fired　our　last　bullet。〃
  〃Is　he　alone；　then？〃
  〃Yes；　yes；　except　for　the　wild　beasts　and　the　vultures。　　A　lion　ate　the
  other　man；　his　servant；　a　long　while　ago。〃
  〃How　far　is　he　off？〃　asked　Marais　again。
  〃Oh；　baas；　about　five　hours'　journey　on　horseback　on　a　good　road。〃　（This
  would　be　some　thirty…five　miles。）
  Then　he　told　this　story：　Pereira　with　his　two　Hottentot　servants；　he
  mounted　and　they　on　foot；　had　traversed　about　a　hundred　miles　of　rough
  country　in　safety；　when　at　night　a　lion　killed　and　carried　off　one　of
  the　Hottentots；　and　frightened　away　the　horse；　which　was　never　seen
  again。　　Pereira　and　Klaus　proceeded　on　foot　till　they　came　to　a　great
  river；　on　the　banks　of　which　they　met　some　Kaffirs；　who　appear　to　have
  been　Zulus　on　outpost　duty。　　These　men　demanded　their　guns　and
  ammunition　to　take　to　their　king；　and；　on　Pereira　refusing　to　give　them
  up；　said　that　they　would　kill　them　both　in　the　morning　after　they　had
  made　him　instruct　them　in　the　use　of　the　guns　by　beating　him　with
  sticks。
  In　the　night　a　storm　came　on；　under　cover　of　which　Pereira　and　Klaus
  escaped。　　As　they　dared　not　go　forward　for　fear　lest　they　should　fall
  into　the　hands　of　the　Zulus；　they　fled　back　northwards；　running　all
  night；　only　to　find　in　the　morning　that　they　had　lost　their　way　in　the
  bush。　　This　had　happened　nearly　a　month　beforeor；　at　any　rate；　Klaus
  thought　so；　for　no　doubt　the　days　went　very　slowlyduring　which　time
  they　had　wandered　about；　trying　to　shape　some　sort　of　course　by　the　sun
  with　the　object　of　returning　to　the　camp。　　They　met　no　man；　black　or
  white；　and　supported　themselves　upon　game；　which　they　shot　and　ate　raw
  or　sun…dried；　till　at　length　all　their　powder　was　done　and　they　threw
  away　their　heavy　roers；　which　they　could　no　longer　carry。
  It　was　at　this　juncture　that　from　the　top　of　a　tall　tree　Klaus　saw　a
  certain　koppie　a　long　way　off；　which　he　recognised　as　being　within
  fifteen　miles　or　so　of　Marais's　camp。　　By　now　they　were　starving；　only
  Klaus　was　the　stronger　of　the　two；　for　he　found　and　devoured　some
  carrion；　a　dead　hyena　I　think　it　was。　　Pereira　also　tried　to　eat　this
  horrible　food；　but；　not　having　the　stomach　of　a　Hottentot；　the　first
  mouthful　of　it　made　him　dreadfully　ill。　　They　sought　shelter　in　a　cave
  on　the　bank　of　a　stream；　where　grew　water…cresses　and　other　herbs；　such
  as　wild　asparagus。　　Here　it　was　that　Pereira　told　Klaus　to　try　to　make
  his　way　back　to　the　camp；　and；　should　he　find　anyone　alive　there；　to
  bring　him　succour。
  So　Klaus　went；　taking　the　remaining　leg　of　the　hyena　with　him；　and　on
  the　afternoon　of　the　second　day　arrived　as　has　been　told。
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  Now；　when　the　Hottentot's　story　was　finished　a　discussion　arose。　　Marais
  said　that　someone　must　go　to　see　whether　his　nephew　still　lived；　to
  which　the　other　Boers　replied　〃Ja〃　in　an　indifferent　voice。　　Then　the
  Vrouw　Prinsloo　took　up　her　parable。
  She　remarked；　as　she　had　done　before；　that　in　her　judgment　Hernan
  Pereira　was　〃a　stinkcat　and　a　sneak；〃　who　had　tried　to　desert　them　in
  their　trouble；　and　by　the　judgment　of　a　just　God　had　got　into　trouble
  himself。　　Personally；　she　wished　that　the　lion　had　taken　him　instead　of
  the　worthy　Hottentot；　although　it　gave　her　a　higher　opinion　of　lions　to
  conclude　that　it　had　not　done　so；　because　if　it　did　it　thought　it　would
  have　been　poisoned。　　Well；　her　view　was　that　it　would　be　just　as　well　to
  let　that　traitor　lie　upon　the　bed　which　he　had　made。　　Moreover；
  doubtless　by　now　he　was　dead；　so　what　was　the　good　of　bothering　about
  him？
  These　sentiments　appeared