The farmer, albeit you come alone on foot, will give you a pipe of tobacco and a cup of coffee and a bed.

If he has no dam to build and no child to teach, tomorrow you can go on your way, with a friendly greeting of the hand.

I, if I come to the same place tonight, will have strange questions asked me, strange glances cast on me.

The Boer-wife will shake her head and give me food to eat with the Kaffers, and a right to sleep with the dogs.

That would be the first step in our progress--a very little one, but every step to the end would repeat it.