Nobody was to be seen at the gate, which was not shut with thorns as usual.

It was my duty to close it, and I had not been there to do so.

Then, bidding the dog lie down outside, I stepped through boldly, reached the door of my hut, and listened.

It was empty; there was not even a breath to be heard.

So I crept in and began to search for my assegais, my water-gourd, and my wood pillow, which was so nicely carved that I did not like to leave it.
Soon I found them.