“It was the night after I had got rid of the old woman that I made my first acquaintance with my friend yonder,” and he nodded towards the skull that seemed to be grinning down at us in the shadow of the wide mantel-shelf.  “I had trekked from dawn till eleven o’clock—­a long trek—­but I wanted to get on, and had turned the oxen out to graze, sending the voorlooper to look after them, my intention being to inspan again about six o’clock, and trek with the moon till ten.  Then I got into the waggon, and had a good sleep till half-past two or so in the afternoon, when I rose and cooked some meat, and had my dinner, washing it down with a pannikin of black coffee—­for it was difficult to get preserved milk in those days.  Just as I had finished, and the driver, a man called Tom, was washing up the things, in comes the young scoundrel of a voorlooper driving one ox before him.

“‘Where are the other oxen?’ I asked.

“‘Koos!’ he said, ’Koos! the other oxen have gone away.  I turned my back for a minute, and when I looked round again they were all gone except Kaptein, here, who was rubbing his back against a tree.’

“’You mean that you have been asleep, and let them stray, you villain.  I will rub your back against a stick,’ I answered, feeling very angry, for it was not a pleasant prospect to be stuck up in that fever trap for a week or so while we were hunting for the oxen.  ’Off you go, and you too, Tom, and mind you don’t come back till you have found them.  They have trekked back along the Middelburg Road, and are a dozen miles off by now, I’ll be bound.  Now, no words; go both of you.’

“Tom, the driver, swore, and caught the lad a hearty kick, which he richly deserved, and then, having tied old Kaptein up to the disselboom with a reim, they took their assegais and sticks, and started.  I would have gone too, only I knew that somebody must look after the waggon, and I did not like to leave either of the boys with it at night.  I was in a very bad temper, indeed, although I was pretty well used to these sort of occurrences, and soothed myself by taking a rifle and going to kill something.  For a couple of hours I poked about without seeing anything that I could get a shot at, but at last, just as I was again within seventy yards of the waggon, I put up an old Impala ram from behind a mimosa thorn.  He ran straight for the waggon, and it was not till he was passing within a few feet of it that I could get a decent shot at him.  Then I pulled, and caught him half-way down the spine; over he went, dead as a door-nail, and a pretty shot it was, though I ought not to say it.  This little incident put me into rather a better humour, especially as the buck had rolled over right against the after-part of the waggon, so I had only to gut him, fix a reim round his legs, and haul him up.  By the time I had done this the sun was down, and the full moon was up, and a beautiful moon it was.  And then there came down that wonderful hush which sometimes falls over