It is,鈥� replied Considine; I wonder that you have not heard all about it before now.鈥�

Gin the rope brek,鈥� continued Sandy, I wadna gie muckle for the waggon. It鈥檒l come rowin鈥� an鈥� stottin鈥� doon the hill like a bairn鈥檚 ba鈥�.鈥�

Note 1. See Narrative of a Residence in South Africa, by Thomas Pringle, late Secretary to the Anti-Slavery Society.

The words had scarce left his lips when a host of some hundreds of Kafirs, with the shields, assagais and feathers of savage warriors, burst out of the hollow referred to. They had probably been attracted by the two shots, and instantly rushed towards the white men.