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Updated: June 27, 2025
But it was from the priesthood that the real, serious opposition was to be expected. And the priests of the sixty-seven gods of Oom were up in arms.
He was quite willing to repeat the performance, and took up the pen which Sam handed him readily. "Him white man just come," Oom Sam explained; "want see you do this." His Majesty was flattered, and, with the air of one to whom the signing of treaties and concessions is an everyday affair, affixed a thick, black cross upon the spot indicated. "That all right?" he asked Oom Sam.
Then suddenly subsiding, he said, "But all is now well; Tant Sannie gives her word that the maid shall remain for some days. I go to Oom Muller's tomorrow to learn if the sheep may not be there. If they are not, then I return. They are gone, that is all. I make it good." "Tant Sannie is a singular woman," said Bonaparte, taking the tobacco bag the German passed to him. "Singular!
And with reason, he mused. He had been so safe, so sure of her more so, he acknowledged, than had she any right to be of him. And the dozen years had vindicated his attitude, so that he was as sure of her as he was of the diurnal rotation of the earth. And now, was the form his fancy took, the rotation of the earth was a shaky proposition and old Oom Paul's flat world might be worth considering.
"I guess we'll make out all right in giant land. I wonder what they have to eat? Or perhaps we'd better tackle some of our own grub." He looked at Oom, who laughed gleefully. Then Tom rubbed his stomach, opened his mouth and pointed to it and said: "We'd like to eat we're hungry!" Oom boomed out something in his bass voice, grinned cheerfully, and hurried out.
The English people are very angry with President Krueger, because, at a recent banquet, his grandson, a lieutenant in the Transvaal army, made some rude remarks about the Queen of England. But it would seem that they have little cause for anger, because Oom Paul rebuked his grandson and suspended him from duty.
While it was an invitation, it was also an engagement, on terms which would have been adequate for Patti in her best days. It would, if repeated a few times, reimburse Al'mah for the sums she had placed in Byng's hands at the time of the Raid, and also, later still, to buy the life of her husband from Oom Paul.
"Never mind all that, Oom Coetzee," broke in Jess. "I have heard you tell a different tale before, and perhaps you will again. How are my uncle and my sister? Are they at the farm?" "Almighty! you don't suppose that I have been there to see, do you? But, yes, I have heard they are there.
Then Oom Jacob went mad with rage, and the young Baas Frank told him that one of the Kafir boys had said to him that he had heard my father sell them to the Basutu for sheep which he was to pay to us in the summer. It was a lie, but Baas Frank hated my father because of something about a woman a Zulu girl.
You can go and see him any time you like, but he will not know you." "Is he as far gone as that?" Trent asked slowly. "His mind," Oom Sam said, "is gone. One little flickering spark of life goes on. A day! a week! who can tell how long?" "Has he a doctor?" Trent asked. "The missionary, he is a medical man," Oom Sam explained. "Yet he is long past the art of medicine."
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