The wild cat had gone to its home on the kopje; the Kaffer dog had found a bone, and lay gnawing it.
An intense quiet reigned everywhere.

Only in her room the Boer-woman tossed her great arms in her sleep; for she dreamed that a dark shadow with outstretched wings fled slowly over her house, and she moaned and shivered.

And the night was very still.
But, quiet as all places were, there was a quite peculiar quiet in the German's room.

Though you strained your ear most carefully you caught no sound of breathing.
He was not gone, for the old coat still hung on the chair--the coat that was to be put on when he met any one; and the bundle and stick were ready for tomorrow's long march.

The old German himself lay there, his wavy black hair just touched with grey thrown back upon the pillow.
The old face was lying there alone in the dark, smiling like a little child's--oh, so peacefully.