The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-19

es, love, unless one dreams. Well
 l think that I must have dreamt l what was the dream now? Rachel Weeplng-Rachel weeping-my love,
 think that we are going to live here and l think-I think
 "AH right broke in her daughter quickly, with a shade of anxiety in
 her voice as though she did not wish 1 10 learn what her mother thought s'I
 don' mind, I'm sure. I don't want to
 go to Zululand, and see this horrid
 Dlngaan, who is always killing peo-
 pie, and l am quite sure that father
 would never @convert him. the wicked
 monster. It is like the Garden of
 Eden, isn't it, with the sea thrown in.
 There are all the animals, and that l green tree with the fruit on it might
 be the Tree of Life, and-oh; my good
 ness, there is Adam."
 Mrs. Dove followed the line of her l daughters outstretched hand, and per ce1ved three or four hundred yards away, as in that sparkling atmosphere IL was easy to do, white man appar- ently clad in skins. He was engaged | in crawling up a little rise of ground with the obvious intention of shoot ing at some blesbuck which stood in a hollow beyond with quaggas and other animals, while behind him was a
 mounted Kaffir who held his masters horse.
 II see," said Mrs. Dove, mildly inter- ested. "But he looks more like Rob
 inson Crusoe without his umbrella.
 Adam did not kill the animals in the Garden, my dear''
 He must have lived on something besides forbidden apples" remarked
 Rachel, unless perhaps he was 8 vege- tarian as father wants to be- There he has fired!''
 As she spoke a cloud of smoke arose a and report of roer reached their ears.
 One of the buck rolled over and lay struggling on the ground, while the rest, together with many others at a distance, turned and galloped off this way and that, frightened by this new and terrible noise. The old rhinoceros rose snorting, sniffed the air, then thundered away up wind towards the man, it's pig-Hke tail held straight above it's back.
 Adam has spoilt our Eden; hope the rhinoceros will catch him. said Rachel viciously. Lock, he has seen 1t and he is running to his horse"
 Rachel was right. Adam-or what ever his name might be-was running with remarkable sw1ftness Reaching the horse just as the rhinoceros apL peared within forty yards of him, he bounded to the saddle and with his servant galloped off to the right. The AIllOCCIOS CcIult tO d SCdlluSt1H TOT d few moments as though it were wen deTing whether it dared attack these strange creatures, then making up it's mind in the negative, rushed on and vanished. When it was gone the white man and the Kaffir, who had pulled up their horses at a distance, returned to the fallen buck, cut it's throat and lifted it on to the Kaffir's horse, then rode slowly towards the wagon.
 '"They are coming to call," said Ra- chel "How should one receive ai gen tleman in slxins?''
 Apparently some misgivings as to the effect that might be produced by At sAny rate he looked first at the two white women standing on the brow, and next at his own peculiar at tire which appeared to consist chiefly of the pelt of 8 lion plus very strdk- ing pair of trousers manufactured from the hide of a zebra, and halted about sixty yards away, staring at them Rachel, whose sight was ex- ceedingly keen, could see his face we'll, for the light of the setting sun fell on it and he wore TO head covering. It was a dark, handsome face of a man of about thirty-five years of age, with strongly marked features, black eyes and beard, and long black hair that fell down to his shoulders. They gazed at each other for a while, then the man turned to his after-rider, gave him an order in a clear, strong voice, and rode away inland. The after rider on the contrary directed his horse up the rise until he was within a few yards of them, then sprang to the ground and sa1uted.
 s.What is it?" asked Rachel in Zulu, a, language which she now spoke per fectly.
 'Inkosikaas'' Nhat is-Ladyo, an swered the man, "my master thinks that you may be hungry and sends you present of this buck" and, as he spoke, he loosed the riem or hide rope by which it was fastened behind his saddle, and let the animal fall to the ground.
 Rachel turned her eyes from it, for it was covered with blood and unpleas- ant to look at, then replied:
 My father and my mother thank your master. How is he named and where does he dwell?"
 Lady, among us black people he is named Ibubesi Qfon), but his white | name is Hishmel''
 "Hishmel Hishmel ?' said Rachel | "Oh! I know-he means Ishmael. something Biblical, and, of course, | Ishmael dwelt in the wilderness didn't | he, after his father had behaved so badly to poor Hagar, and, was 8 wild | man whose hand was against every | mans"
 Rachel, Rachel'' said her mother suppressing a little smile.i 'Your fa- tler would be very angry if he heard you. You shouId not speak lightly of holy persons
 Well, mother, Abraham may have r been a holy person but we should think him mean old thing nowadays, al E most as mean as Sarah. You know. they were most. of them mean, SO what | is the use of pretending they were not?"
 Then without waiting for an answer she asked the Kaffir again: Where does the Tnkoos Ishmael dwell?"
 .In the wilderness" answered the man appropriately. "Now his kraa1 is wonder, two hours ride away It Is called Mafooti," and he pointed over the top of the precipice, adding: "He is a hunter and trades with the Zulus."
 "Is he Dutch?" asked Rachel, whose was excited.
 The Kaffir shook his head. "No, he hates the Dutch; he is of the people of George
 HThe people of George? Why he must mean a subject of King George