ould get； and when they had settled and sweetened by the generated heat； we sold them to the purchasers； usually missariat officers who carted them away。 I suppose they were satisfied with the stuff； as they always came back for more。 Or perhaps they could get nothing else。
Further； we grew mealies or Indian corn； but here the trouble was that stray cattle and horses would break in at night and eat them。
Such is a rough outline of our various agricultural and other operations on the Rooipoint farm。 Personally they form my pleasantest recollections of the place； though； were I to start again； I would not have so many irons in the fire。 On the whole we made a good deal of money； though our outgoings and losses were also heavy。 To farm successfully in Natal requires； or required； much capital and； owing to the poor quality of the Kaffir labour； incessant personal supervision。 These Kaffirs； however； who were most of them our tenants； were in many ways our best friends； moreover they afforded us constant amusement when they were not engaged in driving us mad by their carelessness。
I remember one of them breaking the best dinner dish and calmly bringing the pieces to my wife。 “I have collected and carried these fragments to the Inkosikaas （head lady）；” he explained with a sweet smile； “that the Inkosikaas； being clever like all the white people； may cause them to join themselves together again。”
The Inkosikaas surveyed him and them with speechless indignation。 When； however； some of the family silver — I think it was spoons — was missed and ultimately found in the stable dust…heap； and when the best new table knives were discovered being used by Mazooku and his friends to dissect a decaying ox that had died of lung sickness； her indignation wa