, which increased the desire for more.

Advancing down the kloof with that stealthy gliding motion peculiar to
the feline race, the leopard soon came in sight of a fine bushbok, whose
sleek sides drew from him an irrepressible snicker of delight. But the
bushbok was not within spring-range. He was at the foot of a low
precipice. Creeping to the top of this with great caution the leopard
looked over with a view to estimate distance. It was yet too far for a
spring, so he turned at once to seek a better way of approach. In doing
so he touched a small stone, which rolled over the krantz, bounded from
crag to cliff, and, carrying several other stones larger than itself
along with it, dashed itself at the very feet of the bushbok, which
wisely took to its heels and went off like the wind.

Sulky beyond all conception, the leopard continued to descend the kloof
until he reached a narrow pass from which were visible, not far off, the
abodes of men. Here he paused and couched in quiet contemplation.

Now there was another early waking on that fine morning, though not
quite so early as the one just described. Master Junkie Brook, lying in
a packing-box, which served as an extempore crib, in the cottage of
Kenneth McTavish, opened his large round eyes and rubbed them. Getting
up, he observed that Mrs Scholtz was sound asleep, and quietly dressed
himself. He was a precocious child, and had learned to dress without
assistance. The lesson was more easily learned than beings living in
civilised lands might suppose, owing to the fact that he had only two
garments--a large leather jacket and a pair of leather trousers, one
huge button in front, and one behind, holding the latter securely to the
former. A pair of veltschoen and a fur cap completed a costume which
had been manufactured by the joint efforts of his mother and sister and
Mrs Scholtz. The husband of the last, on seeing it for the first time,
remarked that it "vas more like me garb of a man of dirty zan a boy of
dree." The garb had been made of such tough material that it seemed
impossible to wear it out, and of such an extremely easy fit that
although the child had now lived in it upwards of two years there were
not more than six patches on it anywhere.

How Junkie got to the Baviaans River may perhaps perplex the reader. It
is easily explained. Hans had invited all or any of the Brook family to
visit his father's farm on the karroo. Gertie catching a cold,