late opponent, from
whose mind, however, all resentment had vanished.

* I take this very useful expression from a delightful
volume by Mr. Boyle.

Thus spake the Kafirs; yet to this day never hath a man of all their
tribe put his shoulder to a wheel, so strong is custom in South Africa;
probably in all Africa; since I remember St. Augustin found it stronger
than he liked, at Carthage.

Ucatella went to Phoebe, and said, "Missy, my child is good and brave."

"Bother you and your child!" said poor Phoebe. "To think of his flying
at a giant like that, and you letting of him. I'm all of a tremble from
head to foot:" and Phoebe relieved herself with a cry.

"Oh, missy!" said Ucatella.

"There, never mind me. Do go and look after your child, and keep him out
of more mischief. I wish we were safe at Dale's Kloof, I do."

Ucatella complied, and went botanizing with Dr. Staines; but that
gentleman, in the course of his scientific researches into camomile
flowers and blasted heath, which were all that lovely region afforded,
suddenly succumbed and stretched out his limbs, and said, sleepily,
"Good-night--U--cat--" and was off into the land of Nod.

The wagon, which, by the way, had passed the larger but slower vehicle,
found him fast asleep, and Ucatella standing by him as ordered,
motionless and grand.

"Oh, dear! what now?" said Phoebe: but being a sensible woman, though
in the hen and chickens line, she said, "'Tis the fighting and the
excitement. 'Twill do him more good than harm, I think:" and she had him
bestowed in the wagon, and never disturbed him night nor day. He slept
thirty-six hours at a stretch; and when he awoke, she noticed a slight
change in his eye. He looked at her with an interest he had not shown
before, and said, "Madam, I know you."

"Thank God for that," said Phoebe.

"You kept a little shop, in the other world."

Phoebe opened her eyes with some little alarm.

"You understand--the world that is locked up--for the present."

"Well, sir, so I did; and sold you milk and butter. Don't you mind?"

"No--the milk and butter--they are locked up."

The country became wilder, the signs of life miserably sparse; about
every twenty miles the farmhouse or hut of a degenerate Boer, whose
children and slaves pigged together, and all ran jostling, and the
mistress screamed in her shrill Dutch, and the Hottentots all chirped
together, and confusion reigned for want of method: often they wen