But at last, after escaping danger after danger by a hair's-breadth, the great weariness of the almost interminable journey was coming to an end, for, far away in the distance, there was a building visible through the clear air. He could see a broad stretch of green, too, looking delightful with waving trees, after the arid wilderness through which he had passed; and now, in spite of his great fatigue, Dyke plucked up courage, for the building must be Oom Morgenstern's farm, and in an hour or so the traveller felt that the first part of his journey was at an end. Once or twice a feeling of doubt troubled him, but that soon passed off, for reason told him that he could not be wrong--this must be the point for which he had been aiming. The bullocks began to move more briskly now, for they could see green pasture in the far distance, and there was a moister feeling in the air, suggestive of water not far away. So Dyke's task grew lighter, and an hour or so later he could see a big, heavy, grey man standing outside an untidy-looking building, littered about with cask and case, and who saluted him as he halted his team: "Ach! das is goot. How you vas, mein bube?" "Here, I say," cried Dyke, as the big German shook hands with him, "who are you calling a booby, Uncle Morgenstern?" "Hey? You vas bube. Not gall yourself mans, long time ago to gom. Bube ist poy, goot poy. Zo you gom vrom Kopfontein all py youzelf to puy mealies and dea, and goffee and sugars?" "Well, not quite all alone; I've got our Kaffir with me." "Ach! ten: why you not make him drive die pullock? Lazy tog!" "He's in the wagon, bad. I've had to drive the bullocks, and inspan and outspan all by myself." "Ach! wonterful! All py youself. Goot poy. Ant you are hot, und sehr dursty." "Oh yes, horribly thirsty." "Goot! Die Frau shall make you zom of mein beaudiful goffees. Das is good vor dursdy.--Hi!" he shouted; and a couple of Kaffir boys came from behind a rough shed, to whom he gave instructions to outspan the oxen and drive them to the abundant pasture by the river side. "Goot! Now led me see der pad mensch. Zo you haf put you Kaffir in you wagon, and give him a pig ride." "Yes; I thought he was going to die." "Zo? Ah! zom beebles would haf left him oonter a dree, und zay do him: `Mein vrient, you had petter make youself guite well as zoon as you gan. I muss nicht shtop. Goot-bye.' But you did bring him in dem wagon, hey?" "Oh yes: I could not leave him." "You are a goot poy, my young vrient. And how is der big bruder?" "Quite well," said Dyke, looking uneasy as the big, frank-faced, fat, German Boer questioned him. "Why did he not gom too? I like den big bruder." "Too busy minding the young ostriches." "Ach zo! Of goorse. Ant you make blenty of money--you gut off der vedders, and zend dem to der Gape?" "Oh no. We're doing very badly: the young birds die so fast."