“Then he went to sleep and wasted a whole day, and I had to do everything, and cut wood for the fire, and watch to keep off the wild beasts.”
“Ach! boor vellow! he vas shleepy, after eat himself so vull.”
“Yes.”
“Und der next day?”
“The next day he said it was too soon to start, and that I must go and shoot something for him to eat, while he kept up a good fire.”
“Zo? He is a glever vellow,” said the Boer, nodding his head, and with his eyes twinkling. “Und did you go and shoot zom more meat vor den boor poy?”
“No. I told him he must get up, and help to get the wagon along.”
“Und he said he vould not move?”
“Yes,” said Dyke; “and at last I got angry, and kicked him to make him get up and work.”
“Ah zo; und what den?”