[46] Whereon I used to hang out my bedding.
[47] Never was there crueller irony of fate than in this doctor's case. He was altogether unpopular with the authorities, and was at last dismissed for incompetence. When the news of his dismissal became known, a petition was drawn up in his lines, praying that he might remain. This was granted. The day I left hospital he was carried in, stricken with enteric—and he died.
[48] Biltong is dried beef. These people were new arrivals. Mr. Van As and I often remarked to each other that one could readily distinguish the new arrivals from the rest—the former always appearing ruddy and in good health.
[49] Baby Van As.
[50] Which I practically stole.
[51] Members of the Afgescheidene Kerk (Doppers) sing only Psalms, never Hymns.
[52] This was Mrs. Van der Berg—Lenie's mother.
[53] Lenie van der Berg.
[54] My brother packed a box of groceries for me, and my mother bought a fresh supply of invalid food.
[55] Merchant at Bloemfontein, to whom I had written for groceries.