“Oh, you do, do you?” said Peter. “Well, I’m pretty sick of them. I had bother enough with mine,” he said genially, warming his hands by the fire, and then interlocking the fingers and turning the palms towards the blaze as one who prepares to enjoy a good talk. “One girl was only fifteen; I got her cheap from a policeman who was living with her, and she wasn’t much. But the other, by Gad! I never saw another nigger like her; well set up, I tell you, and as straight as that—” said Peter, holding up his finger in the firelight. “She was thirty if she was a day. Fellows don’t generally fancy women that age; they like slips of girls. But I set my heart on her the day I saw her. She belonged to the chap I was with. He got her up north. There was a devil of a row about his getting her, too; she’d got a nigger husband and two children; didn’t want to leave them, or some nonsense of that sort: you know what these niggers are? Well, I tried to get the other fellow to let me have her, but the devil a bit he would. I’d only got the other girl, and I didn’t much fancy her; she was only a child. Well, I went down Umtali way and got a lot of liquor and stuff, and when I got back to camp I found them clean dried out. They hadn’t had a drop of liquor in camp for ten days, and the rainy season coming on and no knowing when they’d get any. Well, I’d a vatje of Old Dop as high as that—,” indicating with his hand an object about two feet high, “and the other fellow wanted to buy it from me. I knew two of that. I said I wanted it for myself. He offered me this, and he offered me that. At last I said, ‘Well, just to oblige you, I give you the vatje and you give me the girl!’ And so he did. Most people wouldn’t have fancied a nigger girl who’d had two nigger children, but I didn’t mind; it’s all the same to me. And I tell you she worked. She made a garden, and she and the other girl worked in it; I tell you I didn’t need to buy a sixpence of food for them in six months, and I used to sell green mealies and pumpkins to all the fellows about. There weren’t many flies on her, I tell you. She picked up English quicker than I picked up her lingo, and took to wearing a dress and shawl.”

The stranger still sat motionless, looking into the fire.