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where Andries had piled his. He started off 

 to fetch the wagon. The team would now 

 number only six, but the wagon was light, for 

 the horses had consumed most of the grain. 

 I loaded up three carcases and deposited them 

 on the heap formed by those of Andries. An- 

 other load of three I also fetched. But night 

 was rapidly falling so I could only negotiate 

 one more load. This time I piled up four. 

 When I reached the carcases depot there was 

 little or no light. However, as long as it was 

 possible to see what I was doing, I collected 

 candle-bushes. The result, however, was 

 lamentably meagre. 



The wagon was only about four miles away 

 — as the crow flies. But unfortunately the 

 wagon was not a crow — and goodness only 

 knew how far westward that wretched dune 

 extended. However, even if it reached to 

 Gamoep Andries would have to keep on its 

 southern flank until he rounded the extremity. 

 I began to feel miserably cold, for I had no 

 jacket. To complete my misery the sky again 

 clouded over and a thin rain commenced to 

 fall. 



I tied old Prince fo a bush and removed his 

 saddle. But means of the latter I should, at 

 all events, be able to protect my neck and 



