WHAT A VAG MR. PETER IS ! 
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and the next day at 2 p.m. %ve were again in the “ chariot,” 
on our return to Simon’s Town, During this drive we were 
struck with the great number of brilliantly-plumaged 
birds that crossed our path, as well as by the feet that 
none of them seemed to be of the singing order. I asked 
Peter the reason of this, and he replied that they had 
given up singing since the English had taken the country 
from his people, — an answer which caused a young 
female in a linsey-woolsey garment of very limited length 
to say, What a vag Mr. Peter is !” What’s it to you?” 
asked the latter, turning sharply around and scowling 
upon her with crushing disdain. The lady was not 
pretty. We are again on board ship. So much for Cape 
Town and — Peter. 
