The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-04-09

Off grew large baobale tree. Could we
reach its-shade? We lad done half the
distance Wilen Indaba-zimbi fell from ex-
haustion. We we're now SO weak that
neither of us could lift the child on to
our backs. We each took one of her
hands and dragged her along the road.
| Fifty yards-they seemed to be fifty
miles. All, the tree was reached at last;
compared with the heat outside, theshade
If it's dense foliage seemed like the dusk
md cool Of vault remember think
ng that it was a. good place to die in.
Fhen remember no more.
Evoke with feeling as though the
blessed rain were falling on my face and
head. Slowly, and with great difficulty,
opened my eyes, then shut them again,
having seen a vision. For space lay
thus; while the rain continued to fall;
saw now that-I must be asleep, or off my
head with thirst or fever d If were not
off my head, how came I to imagine
that a lovely dark eyed girl was bending
over me, sprinkling water on my face!
A white GIRL too, not a Kaffir woman.
However, the dream went on.
"Hendrika," said a voice in English,
the sweetest voice that had ever heard;
somehow it reminded me of wind whis-
pering in the trees at night. "Hen-
drika, I fear he dies; there is flask of
brandy in my saddle bag; get it,"
"Ah!s ah!" grunted harsh voice in
answer; "let him die, Miss Stella. He
will bring you bad luck-let him die, I
say. I'felt movement of air above me
as though the woman of my vision turned
swiftly, and once again / opened my
eyes. She had risen, this dream woman.
Now saw that she was tall and grace
full as a reed. She was angry, too; her
dark eyes flashed, and she pointed with
her hand at d female who stood before
her, dressed in nondescript kind of
clothes, such ais might be worn by either
young, of white, blood, very short, with
bowed legs and enormous shoulders. In
face she was not bad looking, but the
brow receded, the chin and ears were
prominent-in short, she reminded me
of nothing so much as avery handsome
monkey. She might have been the miss
ing7lf1lk.E- ss'sfl ri $50 - t?' #
The'lady' was pointing at her with her
hand ''Howdare your she said. "Are
Eouagoing to disobey me again? Have
foaforgottenwhat I told you, Babyan
(baboonG"
''Ah! ahF,sgrunted the woman, who
seemed litefally to curl and shrivel up
beIIeatlr':her anger. Don't be angry
with me, Miss Stella, because can't
bear.it. l only said it because it was
true l will fetch the brandy"
Then, dream or no dream, determined
to speak. a."
mot brandy,"rI Gasped in English as
well as my swollen tongue would allow;
"give me water"
"Ah, he livesr'. cried the beautiful
girl, land he talks English. See, sir,
here is wafer in your own bottle; you
were quite close to spring on the other
side of the tree"
I struggled to a sitting position, lifted
the bottle to my lips, and drained it. Oh!
that drink of cool, pure water! never had
I tasted anything SO delicious. At the
first gulp l felt life flow back into me.
But wisely enough she would not let me
have much. '.No more! no more!' she
said, and dragged the bottle from me al
most by force.
"The child" I said-'.is the child
dead?"
81 do not know vet" she answered.
1--WE have only. Just found you, and ]