ma-johnnies

Updated: May 31, 2025

I would not go on wasting my days on postponements, and I meant to start with dawn on the second morning. But at sunset the night before there had been a surprise. Just as the sun went down a strange native appeared in hot haste and told a tale. Two ma-Johnnies were coming down the wagon road with five or six, native police and camp-followers. The Government was looking up Carrot once again.

Arthur Shearly Cripps - Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales