CHAPTER V
INEZ
WE had sighted the house from far away shortly after sunrise and by midday we were there. As we approached I saw that it stood almost immediately beneath two great baobab trees, babyan trees we call them in South Africa, perhaps because monkeys eat their fruit. It was a thatched house with whitewashed walls and a stoep or veranda round it, apparently of the ordinary Dutch type. Moreover, beyond it, at a little distance were other houses or rather shanties with waggon sheds, etc., and beyond and mixed up with these a number of native huts. Further on were considerable fields green with springing corn; also we saw herds of cattle grazing on the slopes. Evidently our white man was rich.
Umslopogaas surveyed the place with a soldier's eye and said to me,
This must be a peaceful country, Macumazahn, where no attack is feared, since of defences I see none.
Yes,
I answered, why not, with a wilderness behind it and bush-veld and a great river in front?
Men can cross rivers and travel through bush-veld,
he answered, and was silent.
Up to this time we had seen no one, although it might have been presumed that a waggon trekking towards the house was a sufficiently unusual sight to have attracted attention.
Where can they be?
I asked.
Asleep, Baas, I think,
said Hans, and as a matter of fact he was right. The whole population of the place was indulging in a noonday siesta.
At last we came so near to the house that I halted the waggon and descended from the driving-box in order to investigate. At this moment someone did appear, the sight of
