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Updated: May 3, 2025
Bough pretended he had accidentally dropped the coin, picked it up, and went away. That night he and the woman quarrelled fiercely. She could hear them raging at each other as she lay trembling. Then came shrieks, and the dull sound of the sjambok cutting soft human flesh. In the morning the woman had a black eye; there were livid weals on her tear-blurred face. She packed her boxes, snivelling.
"I shall go where I shall not be found. I will go to-night." The door opened. Her maid entered. "You wanted me, madame?" asked the girl, in some excitement and very pale. "Yes, what is the matter? Why so agitated?" Jasmine asked. The maid's eyes were on the sjambok. She pointed to it. "It was that, madame. We are all agitated. It was terrible.
Like some wild beast Krool crouched and stumbled and moaned as he ran down the staircase, through the outer hall, while a servant with scared face saw Byng rain savage blows upon the hated figure. On the pavement outside the house, Krool staggered, stumbled, and fell down; but he slowly gathered himself up, and turned to the doorway, where Byng stood panting with the sjambok in his hand. "Baas!
Two of their number, Morgendaal and Wessels, who had journeyed to De Wet's camp, were condemned to death by order of that leader. In the case of Morgendaal the execution actually took place, and seems to have been attended by brutal circumstances, the man having been thrashed with a sjambok before being put to death.
At length he spoke, and Stafford listened intently, for now Caliban was off his guard, and he knew the worst that was meant. "Ah, you speak of traitor you! The sjambok for the traitor, eh? The sjambok fifty strokes, a hunderd strokes a t'ousand! Krool Krool is a traitor, and the sjambok for him. What did he do? What did Krool do? He help Oom Paul against the Rooinek against the Philistine.
I could not leave the animal to die by the wayside; the farm was only a few miles further on, where he would find water, food, and rest. I mounted again, shouted, cracked my sjambok blows he could no longer feel flourished my arms, jerked my body up and down in the saddle, and finally got him into a walk but such a walk! slow, mechanical, every step an effort.
These caught the meat thus thrown, and ran with it, each to a separate heap, on which he deposited his piece and left it in perfect security. In order to introduce a little more fair play, however, for the benefit of the weaker brethren, Mafuta dashed in among them with a terrible sjambok, or whip, of rhinoceros hide, which he laid about him with wonderful effect.
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