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Before they had time to reply the voice of Tant Sannie was heard. "You child, of the child, of the child of a Kaffer's dog, come here!" The German looked up. He thought the Dutchwoman, come out to cool herself in the yard, called to some misbehaving servant. The old man looked round to see who it might be. "You old vagabond of a praying German, are you deaf?"
Paid a Kaffer nine pounds to go in and look for it at the risk of his life couldn't find it." The German would have translated this information, but the Boer-woman gave no ear. "No, no; he goes tonight. See how he looks at me a poor unprotected female! If he wrongs me, who is to do me right?" cried Tant Sannie.
"My mother's stepbrother's child was married to her father's brother's stepnephew's niece." "Yes, aunt," said the young man, "I know we were related." "It was her cousin," said Tant Sannie, now fairly on the flow, "who had the cancer cut out of her breast by the other doctor, who was not the right doctor they sent for, but who did it quite as well." "Yes, aunt," said the young man.
"Depend upon it you'll get the itch, or some other disease; the blessing of the Lord'll never rest upon it," said the Boer-woman. Then suddenly she broke forth. "And she eighty-two, and goats, and rams, and eight thousand morgen, and the rams real angora, and two thousand sheep, and a short-horn bull," said Tant Sannie, standing upright and planting a hand on each hip.
Tant Sannie felt a twinge of jealousy. She had never broken a churn-stick on a maid's head. "I hope your wife made a good end," she said. "Oh, beautiful, aunt: she said up a psalm and two hymns and a half before she died." "Did she leave any messages?" asked Tant Sannie. "No," said the young man; "but the night before she died I was lying at the foot of her bed; I felt her foot kick me.
"That was a vision from the Redeemer," said Tant Sannie. The young man nodded his head mournfully. He thought of a younger sister of his wife's who was not fat, and who had a mole, and of whom his wife had always been jealous, and he wished the little baby had liked better staying in heaven than coming and standing over the wagon-chest. "I suppose that's why you came to me," said Tant Sannie.
On the stretcher behind the sacks Bonaparte lay on his face, his head pressed into a pillow, his legs kicking gently. The Boer-woman sat down on a box at the foot of the bed. The German stood with folded hands looking on. "We must all die," said Tant Sannie at last; "it is the dear Lord's will." Hearing her voice, Bonaparte turned himself on to his back.
I don't know why," said Em plaintively, "but she just put her books under her arm and walked out; and she will never come to his school again, she says, and she always does what she says. And now I must sit here every day alone," said Em, the great tears dropping softly. "Perhaps Tant Sannie will send him away," said the boy, in his mumbling way, trying to comfort her.
Do we not love the very worm we tread upon, and as we tread upon it? Do we know distinctions of race, or of sex, or of colour? No! "'Love so amazing, so divine, It fills my soul, my life, my all." After a time he sank into a less fervent mood, and remarked: "The coloured female who waits upon Tant Sannie appears to be of a virtuous disposition, an individual who "
The face in the trap-door was a fiery red. Like a tiger-cat ready to spring. Tant Sannie crouched, with the shoulder of mutton in her hand. Exactly beneath her stood Bonaparte. She rose and clasped with both arms the barrel of salt meat.
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