The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-06

horse stood, knee-haitered, grazing
 at the far side of it. The beast raised its head and near forefoot simul- taneously at the sound of it's mas. ter's whistle. The next moment il
 was hobbling rapidly towards him. As the sun touched the horizon Ell
 wood rode away in the direction of a distant isolated hill which rose sharp ly out of the level of the veldt,
 Sitlagoli, large; bald ironstone kopje, has always been an important landmark in the country. It stands alone, a natural beacon to guide the traveller. At it's base runs the dry sand river of the same name, also the
 old trading road which begins in Cape Colony and ends somewhere in the heart of the interior. The hill stands about halfway between Mafe-
 king and yryburg, and just north ot the border of Stellaland, since those days merged into the Crown Colony of Bechuanaland. From the summit Ol view of the surrounding country; ir | fact, north, south, east, and west, the prospect is only bounded by the shadowy outline of distant hill. ranges.
 Tn spite of Sitlagoli's isolation and | the doubtful promise of trade in the vicinity, Jerry Boyle selected it as g spot suitable for setting up trading
 store. And Jerry, with his pronounc. | ed nose. his keen. black eyes and large figure, his patriarchal beard
 was accounted no mean judge in ths art of money-making. Like most o1
 his race he worked quietly. makins
 very little display. His methods were quite unique. It was his custom tc set up a store, work up the business
 place it in competent hands, an6 move on himself to start another | elsewhere.
 l Besides these branch stores old Jerr.
 owned a large wholesale house ii
 Kimberley. This he left in the sole charge of his son, while he wandered up-country extending his operation: l and ever widening the outlet for hi. merchandise. All who knew him ac ] cepted this as a plain statement o | Jerry Boyle's business scheme. Moth 1 ing else appeared for the edificatior of the inquisitive who love to know | far h rarely talked of his affairs. Ant yet there was an under-side to hi: ! apparently simple business method. | which was never dreamt of by those who met him as mere trader. ! Cautiously enough, his Kaffir trad Ing stores were started only wher, | white men foregathered. It didn' matter to him whether there was Kaffir in the neighbourhood or not | He owned a dozel. of these littlt wayside shanties in the Transvaal | besides several others dotted abou | Bechuanaland. And each store ha, a nice cool produce cellar under meath it, which never by any chanc, was used for such perishable stuff I But they had their uses. Jerry pre- 1 ferred to fill them with mining i'm plements and an unusually larg store of dynamite. This was one o the many under-sides to this Jew trade. Wherever gold might pos
 sibly be discovered this man wou!t be on the spot. He would lend mon ey, he would sell tools and food and, in the end, he would contriv I to own a considerable slice of th' possibly auriferous ground. This wa II his plan. for he was one of those far
 seeing men who believed that on day, soon, the country between tn
 Kalahari Desert and the eastern coas would become the great gold-produc Il ing centre of the world.
 And now. like the hermit spider