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Updated: May 5, 2025
The burghers in Slabberts Nek, where we happened to be, were subjected to a dreadful cannon fire. This pass was guarded by Captain Smith with two Krupp guns and Lieutenant Carlblom with a pom-pom. Upon these guns the English directed two Howitzers and six Armstrongs. Here, just before sunset, the gallant Captain Rautenbagh was blown to pieces by a lyddite shell, which exploded in front of him.
Here's your orderly with your mount, and you've eight minutes to change in." "One minute, sir," Captain Bingo utters with an effort. "This man this Slabberts is a well-known spy a trump card in Brounckers' hand, or he wouldn't be so anxious to get hold of him. And therefore by this exchange and a woman's dashed ambitious folly you may lose heavily in the end...." "I don't deny it."
"Some red-necked baboons are wiser than others," said the Slabberts in the Taal, and there was a hoarse laugh, and the humorist turned his big heavy body away, and became one of a crowd of other Dutchmen, who were, in veiled hints and crooked allusions, discussing the situation across the Border. Emigration Jane was not sensitive to the electricity in the atmosphere.
We may only know that she plucked the weapon of lower-class London from her hat, and jabbed at the pale face viciously, and heard the victim say "Owch!" as he winced, and knew herself, as her Slabberts gripped the rifle-barrel, and wrested it with iron strength from the failing hands of W. Keyse, the equal of those dauntless Boer women who killed men when it was necessary.
The shadowy right arm of Slabberts swept out, taking in the black and void and formless veld with a large free gesture. "Out to there. Stand in this place when it becomes dark, looking east. Straight in front of us is east. The game is great fun, and very easy. Strike a match, and count to ten before you blow it out, and you shall not have done that three times before you shall see him answer."
The arms of Slabberts soared as the tongue of Slabberts wagged in explanation. "This is assault and battery, Meister, upon a peaceful burgher. You shall answer to your officer for it, I tell you slap. Voor den donder! Is not a young man to light his pipe as he talks to a young woman without being called spy by a verdoemte sentry! Tell him, Jannje, that is all I did do!"
Schenk Eybel has a little plan he can't put through without Walt Slabberts, he says. Loop, brother. You'll find the old man on his grey pony near the Field Hospital." The eyes behind the spectacles whirled in terror. The ex-apothecary faltered: "What what is this you say? The money paid me on the Commandant's account when it was to be a secret between us.... Foei, foei! This is unfair.
Emigration Jane, the new under-housemaid on trial at the Convent, had a gathering on the top joint of the first finger of the hand that burned to wear Walt Slabberts' betrothal-ring, and the abscess being ripe for the lancet, she had an extra afternoon in the week to get it attended to.
And Slabberts, with a stalwart escort of B.S.A. troopers, reluctantly moved off in the direction of the guard-house. "Who was the fellow who helped you, do you know?" asked the officer who had ridden up with the patrol. "Threw him and sat on him until the picket came up, you say," he commented, on hearing W. Keyse's version of the story.
She paid for the drinks with a florin, and it was quite like old times when Slabberts calmly pocketed the sixpence of change. The bar-keeper leaned over to her again, and said, surrounding her with a confidential atmosphere of tobacco and schnaps: "He is a good man, that young man of yours, and gets much money. He means to give you a nice present by-and-by."
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