ly. Ordinarily the most good-natured of men, Peter became an
elemental savage when hungry. If then spoken to his only reply would be
a snarl quite likely to be followed by a blow. However, as Peter ate,
his normal placidity gradually returned. When fully satisfied he would
say leaning back with a smile and a sigh of satisfaction.

"Now a little child might play mit me." To show how little surnames
counted for in those days I will mention a trifling incident. My tent
mate among the New Zealanders went by the name of Bill. One Saturday
afternoon I remained at the tent, the other members of the party having
gone down to the Lower Camp; a native brought up a parcel containing a
blanket and addressed to "Mr. William Bogis." I sent the boy away,
saying that I did not know of any one bearing that name. Next day Bill
was swearing at the storekeeper for not having sent up a blanket he had
bought. I innocently related what had happened, and then Bill swore at
me. "Mr. William Bogis" had been my tent-mate for several weeks and I
was unaware of the fact.

In 1889, when traveling from Kimberley to Johannesburg by coach, I
picked up an old newspaper at a wayside hotel. In it was a paragraph
giving an account of how a prospector named William Bogis had been
blown to pieces in a shaft somewhere in Northern Bechuanaland. I have
no doubt this related to my old mate.

A very curious character at Pilgrim's Rest was a man named Fabayne,
whose dwelling-place was a cave under a cliff about half-way up the
creek on the northern side. Fabayne was well-connected, his father was
a Church dignitary, a dean, I fancy and was evidently well off; for he
allowed the scapegrace son 200 per annum, paid quarterly. Fabayne was a
university man and an accomplished scholar, but he had gone the pace at
an unusually rapid rate. When I knew him he was a hopeless drunkard.

Whenever Fabayne drew a 50 installment he would place 45 in the hands
of the keeper of a certain bar, and 5 with a butcher whose shop was in
the vicinity. He would then get drunk and remain so as long as the 45
lasted. During the continuance of his spree it was his custom to remain
on the bar premises night and day, and to stand treat to all and
sundry. It was understood that the bar-keeper was to fire him out as
soon as the deposit became exhausted. This usually happened in about
three weeks. He would then return to his cave.

The 5 was meant to keep him in food and clothes until the nex