THE LEGEND OF JAN PRINSLOO'S KLOOF. 383 



and the bald translation here given renders very scant 

 justice to the grim legend that came from his lips. 

 After the quaint little yellow man had finished, Mrs. 

 Goodrick gave him some coffee, and immediately 

 afterwards the party set about loading up one 

 waggon with a part of the furniture ; and this done, 

 and Mrs. Goodrick and her servant safely installed, 

 Cupido, the oxen being inspanned, took the leading 

 reim of the two first oxen, and acted as leader, 

 while Goodrick sat on the box and wielded the whip. 

 Twelve miles away beyond the poort that opened 

 into the kloof there was a Kaffir kraal, and having 

 arrived there, Goodrick was able to hire a leader ; and 

 Cupido having relieved his master of the whip, and 

 received instructions to hasten to Hemming's farm 

 as quickly as possible with his mistress, Goodrick 

 saddled and bridled his horse, which had been tied 

 to the back of the waggon, and rode back to his 

 farm. The night passed quietly away ; the two 

 remaining Hottentots begged to be allowed to sleep 

 in the kitchen, and this favour their master not 

 unwillingly accorded to them. Next morning, at 

 ten o'clock, Cupido, who had trekked through a good 

 part of the night, arrived, and with him came Mr. 

 Hemming, the farmer, and four of his Kaffirs. 

 Hearing of his neighbour's trouble, and having seen 

 Mrs. Goodrick comfortably settled with his own 

 wife, he had good-naturedly come to his assistance. 

 " So Jan Prinsloo has driven you out at last," said 

 he, upon iheeting Goodrick. " I heard from your 

 wife last night what you had seen the night before. 

 I was afraid it would happen, and would have 

 warned you in time if I had known. But I never 

 even heard that the Van der Meulens had sold 



