Of course I did not mention our fox-hunters, for he would have thought little of Englishmen's bravery had he heard that some dozen gentlemen, with the aid of a pack of hounds, pursued one poor little fox. As it was, my last statement seemed to him to put the climax to European ignorance and stupidity, for I saw he addressed anything but complimentary remarks respecting our nation to the warriors about him. Then, returning to the subject of marriage, which I had hoped he had forgotten, he continued, with a twinkle in his eyes, as if by the next question he was going to prove me entirely--whether, as men only had one wife in my country, some, no doubt, never married at all. I stated that was the case, for some by choice remained single all their lives. It was the same in his land sometimes, he laughed, when men were so ugly that no girl would have them; then they had to remain "boys" all their lives, without wives or children. At this I assured him it did not always rest in looks, as, however plain he might be, a man could generally find a wife; but he might be a bachelor from inclination. "Then," he demanded quickly, with a gusto at evidently having at last entrapped me, "how could the single men get their work done if they had not a wife?" I explained at once how in England servants could be hired at a moderate rate, who would do all the work required. This puzzled him immensely, for in his mind the duties of servant and wife appeared synonymous, and, with all my explanation, he could hardly recognise the difference. So, after a good deal of palaver, he finally asked, I fancy owing to a suggestion of Tugela's, whether, as I could not accept Zenuta for a wife, I would receive her for a servant. This I agreed to do, as I had previously determined; for at times I had found it awkward to prepare my own meals, and did not care to join the "boys," whose cooking I relished as little as I did the odour of their well-oiled bodies when enclosed in the stifling atmosphere of their general hut. So Zenuta--a true type of the Kaffir girl, a perfect form, and a plain face--agreeing to the arrangement, I became possessed of a servant, who speedily and with alacrity saw to all my wants. Poor thing, she seemed absolutely devoted to me, and would have crushed corn or rolled tobacco all day long if I had permitted her. This crushing corn and rolling tobacco are both most arduous processes. The former is done between two stones--the under large and shelving, so as to allow the boiled maize or corn ears to be pushed off when finished; the upper is a much smaller and round stone, which the worker holds in her hands, and pounds or presses with all her strength. The tobacco rolling is rolling the leaves of the plant between the hand and thigh or calf of the leg--a work that soon renders the skin remarkably tender till it has become hardened by use.