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that　her　prophet　was　not　the　man。



〃He　was　one　man；　only　one；〃　said　her　little　companion　slowly；　〃yet　all　the

people　in　the　world　feared　him。　　He　was　not　born　great；　he　was　common　as　we

are；　yet　he　was　master　of　the　world　at　last。　　Once　he　was　only　a　little

child；　then　he　was　a　lieutenant；　then　he　was　a　general；　then　he　was　an

emperor。　　When　he　said　a　thing　to　himself　he　never　forgot　it。　　He　waited；

and　waited　and　waited；　and　it　came　at　last。〃



〃He　must　have　been　very　happy；〃　said　Em。



〃I　do　not　know；〃　said　Lyndall；　〃but　he　had　what　he　said　he　would　have；　and

that　is　better　than　being　happy。　　He　was　their　master；　and　all　the　people

were　white　with　fear　of　him。　　They　joined　together　to　fight　him。　　He　was

one　and　they　were　many；　and　they　got　him　down　at　last。　　They　were　like　the

wild　cats　when　their　teeth　are　fast　in　a　great　dog；　like　cowardly　wild

cats；〃　said　the　child；　〃they　would　not　let　him　go。　　There　were　many；　he　was

only　one。　　They　sent　him　to　an　island　on　the　sea；　a　lonely　island；　and　kept

him　there　fast。　　He　was　one　man；　and　they　were　many；　and　they　were

terrified　at　him。　　It　was　glorious！〃　said　the　child。



〃And　what　then？〃　said　Em。



〃Then　he　was　alone　there　in　that　island　with　men　to　watch　him　always；〃　said

her　companion；　slowly　and　quietly。　　〃And　in　the　long　lonely　nights　he　used

to　lie　awake　and　think　of　the　things　he　had　done　in　the　old　days；　and　the

things　he　would　do　if　they　let　him　go　again。　　In　the　day　when　he　walked

near　the　shore　it　seemed　to　him　that　the　sea　all　around　him　was　a　cold

chain　about　his　body　pressing　him　to　death。〃



〃And　then？〃　said　Em；　much　interested。



〃He　died　there　in　that　island；　he　never　got　away。〃



〃It　is　rather　a　nice　story；〃　said　Em；　〃but　the　end　is　sad。〃



〃It　is　a　terrible；　hateful　ending；〃　said　the　little　teller　of　the　story；

leaning　forward　on　her　folded　arms；　〃and　the　worst　is；　it　is　true。　　I　have

noticed；〃　added　the　child　very　deliberately；　〃that　it　is　only　the　made…up

stories　that　end　nicely；　the　true　ones　all　end　so。〃



As　she　spoke　the　boy's　dark；　heavy　eyes　rested　on　her　face。



〃You　have　read　it；　have　you　not？〃



He　nodded。　　〃Yes；　but　the　Brown　history　tells　only　what　he　did；　not　what　he

thought。〃



〃It　was　in　the　Brown　history　that　I　read　of　him；〃　said　the　girl；　〃but　I

know　what　he　thought。　　Books　do　not　tell　everything。〃



〃No；〃　said　the　boy；　slowly　drawing　nearer　to　her　and　sitting　down　at　her

feet。　　〃What　you　want　to　know　they　never　tell。〃



Then　the　children　fell　into　silence；　till　Doss；　the　dog；　growing　uneasy　at

its　long　continuance；　sniffed　at　one　and　the　other；　and　his　master　broke

forth　suddenly：



〃If　they　could　talk；　if　they　could　tell　us　now！〃　he　said；　moving　his　hand

out　over　the　surrounding　objects〃then　we　would　know　something。　　This

kopje；　if　it　could　tell　us　how　it　came　here！　　The　'Physical　Geography'

says；〃　he　went　on　most　rapidly　and　confusedly；　〃that　what　were　dry　lands

now　were　once　lakes；　and　what　I　think　is　thisthese　low　hills　were　once

the　shores　of　a　lake；　this　kopje　is　some　of　the　stones　that　were　at　the

bottom；　rolled　together　by　the　water。　　But　there　is　thisHow　did　the　water

come　to　make　one　heap　here　alone；　in　the　centre　of　the　plain？〃　　It　was　a

ponderous　question；　no　one　volunteered　an　answer。　　〃When　I　was　little；〃

said　the　boy；　〃I　always　looked　at　it　and　wondered；　and　I　thought　a　great

giant　was　buried　under　it。　　Now　I　know　the　water　must　have　done　it；　but

how？　　It　is　very　wonderful。　　Did　one　little　stone　come　first；　and　stop　the

others　as　they　rolled？〃　said　the　boy　with　earnestness；　in　a　low　voice；　more

as　speaking　to　himself　than　to　them。



〃Oh；　Waldo；　God　put　the　little　kopje　here；〃　said　Em　with　solemnity。



〃But　how　did　he　put　it　here？〃



〃By　wanting。〃



〃But　how　did　the　wanting　bring　it　here？〃



〃Because　it　did。〃



The　last　words　were　uttered　with　the　air　of　one　who　produces　a　clinching

argument。　　What　effect　it　had　on　the　questioner　was　not　evident；　for　he

made　no　reply；　and　turned　away　from　her。



Drawing　closer　to　Lyndall's　feet；　he　said　after　a　while　in　a　low　voice：



〃Lyndall；　has　it　never　seemed　to　you　that　the　stones　were　talking　with　you？　

Sometimes；〃　he　added　in　a　yet　lower　tone；　〃I　lie　under　there　with　my　sheep；

and　it　seems　that　the　stones　are　really　speakingspeaking　of　the　old

things；　of　the　time　when　the　strange　fishes　and　animals　lived　that　are

turned　into　stone　now；　and　the　lakes　were　here；　and　then　of　the　time　when

the　little　Bushmen　lived　here；　so　small　and　so　ugly；　and　used　to　sleep　in

the　wild　dog　holes；　and　in　the　sloots；　and　eat　snakes；　and　shot　the　bucks

with　their　poisoned　arrows。　　It　was　one　of　them；　one　of　these　old　wild

Bushmen；　that　painted　those；〃　said　the　boy；　nodding　toward　the　pictures

〃one　who　was　different　from　the　rest。　　He　did　not　know　why；　but　he　wanted

to　make　something　beautifulhe　wanted　to　make　something；　so　he　made　these。　

He　worked　hard；　very　hard；　to　find　the　juice　to　make　the　paint；　and　then　he

found　this　place　where　the　rocks　hang　over；　and　he　painted　them。　　To　us

they　are　only　strange　things；　that　make　us　laugh；　but　to　him　they　were　very

beautiful。〃



The　children　had　turned　round　and　looked　at　the　pictures。



〃He　used　to　kneel　here　naked；　painting；　painting；　painting；　and　he　wondered

at　the　things　he　made　himself；〃　said　the　boy；　rising　and　moving　his　hand　in

deep　excitement。　　〃Now　the　Boers　have　shot　them　all；　so　that　we　never　see　a

little　yellow　face　peeping　out　among　the　stones。〃　　He　paused；　a　dreamy　look

coming　over　his　face。　　〃And　the　wild　bucks　have　gone；　and　those　days；　and

we　are　here。　　But　we　will　be　gone　soon；　and　only　the　stones　will　lie　on

here；　looking　at　everything　like　they　look　now。　　I　know　that　it　is　I　who　am

thinking；〃　the　fellow　added　slowly；　〃but　it　seems　as　though　it　were　they

who　are　talking。　　Has　it　never　seemed　so　to　you；　Lyndall？〃



〃No；　it　never　seems　so　to　me；〃　she　answered。



The　sun　had　dipped　now　below　the　hills；　and　the　boy；　suddenly　remembering

the　ewes　and　lambs；　started　to　his　feet。



〃Let　us　also　go　to　the　house　and　see　who　has　come；〃　said　Em；　as　the　boy

shuffled　away　to　rejoin　his　flock；　while　Doss　ran　at　his　heels；　snapping　at

the　ends　of　the　torn　trousers　as　they　fluttered　in　the　wind。





Chapter　1。III。　　I　Was　A　Stranger；　and　Ye　Took　Me　In。



As　the　two　girls　rounded　the　side　of　the　kopje；　an　unusual　scene　presented

itself。　　A　large　group　was　gathered　at　the　back　door　of　the　homestead。



On　the　doorstep　stood　the　Boer…woman；　a　hand　on　each　hip；　her　face　red　and

fiery；　her　head　nodding　fiercely。　　At　her　feet　sat　the　yellow　Hottentot

maid；　her　satellite；　and　around　stood　the　black　Kaffer　maids；　with　blankets

twisted　round　their　half…naked　figures。　　Two；　who　stamped　mealies　in　a

wooden　block；　held　the　great　stampers　in　their　hands；　and　stared　stupidly

at　the　object　of　attraction。　　It　certainly　was　not　to　look　at　the　old

German　overseer；　who　stood　in　the　centre　of　the　group；　that　they　had　all

gathered　together。　　His　salt…and…pepper　suit；　grizzly　black　beard；　and　grey

eyes　were　as　familiar　to　every　one　on　the　farm　as　the　red　gables　of　the

homestead　itself；　but　beside　him　stood　the　stranger；　and　on　him　all　eyes

were　fixed。　　Ever　and　anon　the　newcomer　cast　a　glance　over　his　pendulous

red　nose　to　the　spot　where　the　Boer…woman　stood；　and　smiled　faintly。



〃I'm　not　a　child；〃　cried　the　Boer…woman；　in　low　Cape　Dutch；　〃and　I　wasn't

born　yesterday。　　No；　by　the　Lord；　no！　　You　can't　take　me　in！　　My　mother

didn't　wean　me　on　Monday。　　One　wink　of　my　eye　and　I　see　the　whole　thing。　

I'll　have　no　tramps　sleeping　on　my　farm；〃　cried　Tant　Sannie　blowing。　　〃No；

by　the　devil；　no！　not　though　he　had　sixty…times…six　red　noses。〃



There　the　German　overseer　mildly　interposed　that　the　man　was　not　a　tramp；

but　a　highly　respectable　individual；　whose　horse　had　died　by　an　accident

three　days　before。



〃Don't　tell　me；〃　cried　the　Boer…woman；　〃the　man　isn't　born　that　can　take