"Jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain's top." What a carpet of green and gold, variegated with the scarlet "monkey-foot," the lonely, trembling, drooping gladiola, the agapanthus, the geranium, brilliantly red as the lip of fabled Venus; the wreath of jessamine and myrtle, and laurel boughs, in which the birds are awaking to a world lovely to them! Ah, what exquisite things hath Nature in her bounty spread before the heathen! They cannot be counted, they dazzle the eye and set the heart bounding in the plenitude of a pure, inartificial enjoyment. The Dutchman's settlement was beginning to teem with signs of life. The gates of the kraals were thrown open, and sheep and goats and oxen were blending their voices with the incessant, uneasy chorus of the dogs, while the herds divided the multitude to lead them to their separate pastures. The waggons of our party were already prepared to start; the hot coffee had been thankfully enjoyed, the Kafirs paid in tobacco for their offering of milk in tightly-woven baskets; and the Boer had come down to say "thank you," for the pistol he had duly received. Frankfort imparted to the Dutchman his suspicions, that some one had been prowling about the bivouac in the early part of the night, but he said it was unlikely; it was probably some cunning jackal, or a herdsman's dog. Frankfort could not help thinking it was some human being, but Van Bloem said no. May was already in advance of the cavalcade, turning back now and then, with an impatient gesture at old Piet, the chief waggon-driver, and Fitje, with her baby on her lap, and gaily attired, is seated on the waggon-box of the largest vehicle, _en grande dame_, being the only lady of the party. Happy Fitje! no rivals--the men of all degrees turn to thee with deference, thankful for the aid of thy womanly skill, and cheered by thy merry laugh, albeit thy mouth be none of the smallest. "_Trek_!" [Note 1]--what a shout!--"_Trek_!" the slash of the long whip echoes many times, backwards, forwards, above, around, behind the mountains and through the _kloofs_ (ravines). May is waiting at the turn of the winding road, half a mile off. The train of men and waggons, horses and dogs, moves slowly on, and the sportsmen ride gently ahead. But May keeps steadily in advance of all, and the dogs raise a cry of joy as they catch sight of him when he pauses at the angle of a hill, and stands there a minute or two, whistling as gleefully as though he were "monarch of all he surveyed." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note 1. There can be no literal translation of this word of command, but the oxen understand it well,--to them it means "advance," "on." CHAPTER THREE. THE SHIPWRECK. We must now turn from the inland valley, with its homestead, its cornfields, and flocks, to a very different scene,--a scene at sea.