This was the aged father of Madame Vander Roey, a venerable Boer, with snowy hair and a long silvery beard. His seat was an old arm-chair, which his daughter had rendered more comfortable and sightly by throwing over it a kaross made of the silver jackal's akin. His dress was of the usual coarse duffle, a good deal worn, and a crutch beside him indicated infirmity of body. His mind appeared less enervated than his limbs, and he bowed with an air of great courtesy to the new-comers, evincing no surprise at the appearance of strangers. He shook his head mournfully, and inquired of his daughter if they were English; she replied in the affirmative, and added that they were friends. His first thought was hospitable; he reminded her that they must need refreshment; he next begged them to be seated, and inquired whence they came. Madame Vander Roey said that this question must be deferred for a while, and left the dwelling to see that food was provided for the evening meal. The old Boer, Du Plessis, began to talk in soliloquising fashion as soon as he was left with Lyle and Gray; the latter reclining listlessly against the painted rock, the former with his full grey eye fixed intently on Du Plessis. "Has my daughter's husband returned?" asked the patriarch; but, instead of waiting for an answer, he went back to memories seventy years old, when he was a youth and his father a landowner in the lower districts of the Cape. He repeated the usual tale of complaint. "They robbed us," said he, speaking of the kafirs. "We offered our humble petitions to the great men at Cape Town, and asked for help; but, while we waited, leaning upon promises--broken reeds!--our enemies swept away our possessions, stole or mutilated our cattle and sheep, and left us poor. Then we learned with great sorrow that some of our fellow-burghers were against us, and time was lost in disproving this, and our enemies laughed at us; therefore we sent messengers to their honours in Cape Town, and said, `As we possess little, we pray you let us go and live in peace upon the Sneeuwberg, where, if you will permit us to remain, we will pay you rent; there is quiet there and much game; indeed, we need a supply of food, for many of us now have not a hundred sheep and five cattle. Let us go then with our small flocks and our wives and our little ones.' So then we waited, and could get no certain answer, and our great men advised us to go, and we went sorrowfully, and sent again messengers to implore forgiveness of their honours if we had done amiss in _trekking_, and prayed the Lord would bestow His grace upon them, that they might select a fitting person to arrange all disputes between neighbours.