"And you, my dear
friend," he added, turning with redoubled warmth to the German, "long, long
shall I look back to this evening as a time of refreshing from the presence
of the Lord, as an hour of blessed intercourse with a brother in Jesus.
May such often return. The Lord bless you!" he added, with yet deeper
fervour, "richly, richly."
Then he opened the door and vanished out into the darkness.
"He, he, he!" laughed Bonaparte, as he stumbled over the stones. "If there
isn't the rarest lot of fools on this farm that ever God Almighty stuck
legs to. He, he, he! When the worms come out then the blackbirds feed.
Ha, ha, ha!" Then he drew himself up; even when alone he liked to pose
with a certain dignity; it was second nature to him.
He looked in at the kitchen door. The Hottentot maid who acted as
interpreter between Tant Sannie and himself was gone, and Tant Sannie
herself was in bed.
"Never mind, Bon, my boy," he said, as he walked round to his own room,
"tomorrow will do. He, he, he!"
Chapter 1.VIII. He Catches the Old Bird.
At four o'clock the next afternoon the German rode across the plain,
returning from his search for the lost sheep. He rode slowly, for he had
been in the saddle since sunrise and was somewhat weary, and the heat of
the afternoon made his horse sleepy as it picked its way slowly along the
sandy road.
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