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The swift-eared Ucatella clutched Christopher's arm, and turning round, pointed back, with eyeballs white and rolling. There were full a dozen animals following them, whose bodies seemed colorless as shadows, but their eyes little balls of flaming lime-light. "GUN!" said Christie, and gave the Kafir's arm a pinch. She flew to the caravan; he walked backwards, facing the foe.
"Bother you and your child!" said poor Phoebe. "To think of his flying at a giant like that, and you letting of him. I'm all of a tremble from head to foot:" and Phoebe relieved herself with a cry. "Oh, missy!" said Ucatella. "There, never mind me. Do go and look after your child, and keep him out of more mischief. I wish we were safe at Dale's Kloof, I do."
Now, here's a word in mine 'Anemometer; who the deuce can understand such a word?" "Oh, THAT is a common word enough," said poor Christopher. "It means a machine for measuring the force of the wind." "Oh, indeed," said Falcon; but did not believe a word of it. One sultry day Christopher had a violent headache, and complained to Ucatella.
"You no more sense dan a sheep yourself," said Ucatella loftily. "No, no: God bless you both," cried poor Phoebe: "now I know the worst:" and a great burst of tears relieved her suffering heart. Dick went out softly. When he got outside the door, he drew them all apart, and said, "Yuke, you ARE a good-hearted girl.
"Hanc rem aegre tulit Phoebe," as my old friend Livy would say. "Oh dear! oh dear! if he strays so far from us, he will be eaten up at nightfall by jackals, or lions, or something. One of you must go after him." "Me go, missy," said Ucatella zealously, pleased with an excuse for stretching her magnificent limbs. "Ay, but mayhap he will not come back with YOU: will he, Dick?"
"All right," said the sable Juno, who spoke English ridiculously well, and rapped out idioms; especially "Come on," and "All right." About dusk, what the drivers had foreseen, though they had not the sense to explain it, took place; the kloof dwindled to a mere gutter, and the wagon stuck high and dry. Phoebe waved her handkerchief to Ucatella.
I think most of poor, poor Mrs. Falcon." While Ucatella pondered this, but with one eye of demure curiosity on the coronet he was making, he told her it was for her he had not forgot her at the mines. "These stones," said he, "are not valued there; but see how glorious they are!" In a few minutes he had finished the coronet, and gave it her.
"You are 'the noble savage," said he, having concluded his inspection. "Nay," said she. "I be the housemaid." "The housemaid?" "Iss, the housemaid, Ucatella. So come on." And she drew him along, sore perplexed. They met the cavalcade a mile from the halting-place, and Phoebe apologized a little to Christopher.
I'll never forget this while I live; and, Tim, there's a shilling for thee; but don't you go and spend it in Cape smoke; that is poison to whites, and destruction to blacks." "No, master," said Tim. "I shall buy much bread, and make my tomach tiff;" then, with a glance of reproach at the domestic caterer, Ucatella, "I almost never have my tomach tiff."
The whole household was alarmed, and, under other circumstances, would have followed him; but you could not see ten yards. A chill sense of impending misfortune settled on the house. Phoebe threw her apron over her head, and rocked in her chair. Dick himself looked very grave. Ucatella would have tried to follow him; but Dick forbade her. "'Tis no use," said he.
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