The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-25
But the shouting. It isn't yet"

'But the shouting. It isn't yet.
 He glanced out through the back of the wagon as the sound of the Kaffirs' voices reached him in a con- fused murmur.
 When the end comes there may be different shouting" he went on.
 ''But the concessions?"
 'They will only hold as private property-when the end comes" The excited voices at the campfire drew his attention again. He looked out and saw a mounted nigger coming ing the approaching horseman. T want you to make Pitsani, Jan. Your return is opportune. There will be trouble, and my wife and Mrs. Yer ricker will go there for safety. You will see that they are safe. All my old fghting-boys are in Mafeking. Some of them will go to Pitsani and act under your leadership. They are good fighters, as you know. and have not lost their zeal. You shall have fifty, all we'll armed with Winchest- CTS. The rest will be with me-"
 'It is good," replied the Boer. Then, suddenly he heaved himself in- to a more erect sitting position.
 "Al 'muchter!" he cried with a swift flashing of his blue eyes. "It is bad those days are gone. It is trek-and trek. It is money-make money. But the hunting" he heav- ed his great shoulders, 'it is life. We are dead"
 The other shook his head.
 'No," he said, with a glance of admiration at the huge form of the Dutchman, so alert, so vital with the hunters instinct stirring him. "No, my friend, we are not dead; we are alive, we are doing, we are hunting. But our chase is not after the poor beasts of the forest and plain that harm no one. We are chasing those who are danger to men-honest. hard-working men out here; a dan ger to our country. We are hunting them quietly, slowly. We are driving them up to the guns, where fhey will answer for the life and property they have destroyed. It is great hunt"
 The Boer nodded. He acknowl- edged his leader, and would serve loyalty, but he longed for the old tusk-hunting, the leopard and the panther. The pelts which fell to his gun were priceless in the joy they gave him.
 A black face loomed up at the tail of the wagon and peered in. It was Elwood's boy, Saturdag. The face grinned and shone, the white teeth were barred to the gums. but the eyes, in spite of the natural grin had a troubled roll in them.
 "Baas," he cried in some excite ment,. "de men, they leave Kunwa- na an they go north. So!' and he pointed away to the west, indicating the old borderroad. 'They make Maritzani, sure. Then who says Maybe it Mafeking. Hough!''
 "On the road to Maritzani, eh?"
 "Ja, baas." Saturdag made his re- ern horizon. Then he went on: ''Dey go. We ride hard; you, baas, an me. We come be de bush, so, by de spruit. We stan an watch, an we see 'em go by. Sol"
 Elwood turned to the Boer wha was listening attentively.
 "You hear? They are on the road. Maybe for Mafeking. I must go. You will trek at once."
 The Boer's eyes were upon the Kaffir. Now he turned them on his leader.
 "He is Kaffir. Can you be sure?"
 Jan had all the Boer's inherent dis like and contempt for the Kaffir.
 Hes absoluteiy faithful to me-" EIwood said decidedly.
 Saturdag had heard every word The Boer had spoken in Dutch. Now the rolling eyes of the boy were fo- cussed upon the man with no very friendly look. But he remained pa tiently awaiting his masters orders we will start at once, Saturdag,'' the latter said. 'Is your horse fresh?"
 ''Ja, baas."
 Good. You will trek at once for Pitsani, Jan," Elwood went on, turn ing back to the Boer and holding out his hand. Goodbye, and good-luck." :" They gripped and parted. A moment later master and servant were riding together, while a sharp order from the giant Boer set his boys busily inspanning. He him. self watched the horseman for some moments.
 "That vordommed schelem he lies, ' he muttered, at the receding form of the nigger. ''It was in his face. He feared to stand here while he told
 his story. Sol"
 He sprang to the ground and scru- tinized the horizon in the direction of Kunwana. Then he went to the side of the wagon and opened a bo, in which he stored his firearms and | ammunition He withdraw tweutx