Quabie has burnt his kraal and fled with all his people to join the other Kaffirs in the Big Mountains.

Not a cow or a sheep did they find, except a few that had fallen exhausted, and those had their throats cut.

My father wanted to follow them and attack the Red Kaffirs in the mountains, but the others would not go.

They said there are thousands of them, and that it would be a mad war, from which not one of them would return alive.

He is wild with grief and rage, for, Allan dear, we are almost ruined, especially as the British Government are freeing the slaves and only going to give us a very small price, not a third of their value.