."

"Und what den?"

"Then he went to sleep and wasted a whole day, and I had to do
everything, and cut wood for the fire, and watch to keep off the wild
beasts."

"Ach! boor vellow! he vas shleepy, after eat himself so vull."

"Yes."

"Und der next day?"

"The next day he said it was too soon to start, and that I must go and
shoot something for him to eat, while he kept up a good fire."

"Zo? He is a glever vellow," said the Boer, nodding his head, and with
his eyes twinkling. "Und did you go and shoot zom more meat vor den
boor poy?"

"No. I told him he must get up, and help to get the wagon along."

"Und he said he vould not move?"

"Yes," said Dyke; "and at last I got angry, and kicked him to make him
get up and work."

"Ah zo; und what den?"

"He jumped up, and threatened to spear me with his assegai."

"Zo; und what den?"

"I hit him over the head with the gun barrel, and he fell down, and has
not been up since. I was afraid I had killed him, for he lay with his
eyes shut."

"Und you goot oop your shirt to die oop his het, und you veed him, und
drink him, und waid upon him effer since as neffer vas."

"Yes; I've had to do everything," said Dyke sadly; "but I ought not to
have hit him so hard."

"Vot? My goot younger vrient, you should, und hit him more hart as dot.
A lazy, pad tog. He is a cheating rascal. A man is neffer bad when he
look guide well as dot. I know dot sort o' poy, und he shall pe ferry
sorry when he go pack, or I keep him here. Now you gom und wash, and
meine alt voman shall give you blendy do eat und drink, und den you
shall haf a creat big shlafen, und wake oop do-morrow morning as guide
well as neffer vas. Gom along. Und zo die ozdridge birds go todt?"

"Go how?" said Dyke wonderingly.

"Todt, dead--vall ashleep, and neffer wake oop no more. Ah, vell, I am
zorry for den pig bruder. He ist a ver goot mans. He bay for all he
puy at mein shdore, und dot is vot die oder beobles do not alvays do.--
Frau," he continued, as they entered the homely and rather untidy but
scrupulously clean house, "dis ist mein younger vrient: you dake him und
wash him, und make him a pig evening's eating, vor he has gom a long way
do zee us, und he will shday as long as he like."

Frau Morgenstern, a big, fat woman, greeted him warmly, and confined her
washing to giving him a tin bucket, a lump of coarse yellow soap, and a
piece of canvas perfectly clean, but coarse enough to mak