The Vee-Boers: A Tale of Adventure in Southern Africa

While the battle with the bees was progressing upon the raft, the same enemy was being fought on the bank by the towers who had stayed there; seven or eight of whom could not sw...

Over a week has elapsed, and the Vee-Boers are still in their old camp under the baobab. Its appearance is much the same as during their former occupation of it--that is, the po...

A broad river coursing eastward for the Indian Ocean, nearly in the latitude of the Tropic of Capricorn. Drifting down it is a large raft, with many people upon it, and that whi...

That night there were sore hearts in the camp under the mowana, and eyes that closed not in sleep. A mother lay awake, thinking apprehensively about her son; sisters in like man...

Another encampment of the Vee-Boers, their three waggons as before, forming its substantial centre. In almost everything else it is different from that under the baobab, being s...

Yes; the river had run out, or, to speak more correctly, run in, underground. Its channel was there extending on ahead of them, a belt of silver-white sand, hollow in the centre...

As the danger seemed averted, and there seemed no likelihood of its recurrence, most of the young Boers drew up around the fallen buffaloes, and dismounted to _gralloch_ and ski...

As yet the alarmed emigrants had not decided on the direction to be taken. Up stream was that which led to the district of country they were _treking_ to. But to keep on the riv...

So was it; the water, once more gone underground, sank into the sand, just as above. Even worse than above, as regarded navigation, for an exploring party sent forward, returned...

Needless to say that Van Dorn's last words, pointing to the urgency of immediate departure, were convincing to his associate baases, had they stood in need of conviction. But ne...

For that day Piet Van Dorn's hunting was at at an end, but with a finale far from satisfactory to him. True, he had succeeded in killing the buffalo, and would not have to retur...

His lost steed, thus strangely, as it were miraculously, restored to him, gave Piet Van Dorn gratification in more ways than one. The thought of his horse reaching the camp befo...

It was but of short debate, however, as all were convinced of the uselessness of remaining there. Indeed more than useless; since they would only be wasting time; and, thirsting...

The towers had advanced but a very short way when an incident arose, illustrating a strange ornithological fact--indeed, so strange as to seem apocryphal. While pulling onward w...

Three waggons drawn up under the shade of a gigantic _mowana_ [Note 1]-- the waggons of the Vee-Boers after their long, toilsome, and perilous journey across the _karoo_. They a...

It had come to be late in the afternoon, with a cooler atmosphere as the sun sank towards the horizon; but as most of the necessary jobs had been done in the morning, there was...

A vast plain, seemingly bounded but by the horizon; treeless, save where a solitary _cameel-doorn_ [Note 1] spreads its feathered leaves, or a clump of arborescent aloes, mingle...

Let the reader imagine a month to have elapsed since our migrant graziers--for the time turned hippopotamus hunters--pitched their camp on the river islet. They are still in occ...

An insect, little bigger than the common fly of England, but whose sting is deadly as the bite of rattle-snake or cobra-di-capello; fortunately not to man himself, but to man's...

The feelings of the young Boer may be better imagined than described. For a time mystification, then changing to weird fear, as a sense of the supernatural stole over him. Aroun...

It was well on in the afternoon when the travellers perceived a dark belt rising above the plain at a long distance off, but directly on their line of march. A glad sight to the...

Explanations having been hastily exchanged, the trio of young Boers turned face toward the camp. Burning to make known the joyful news, Rynwald and Piet's brother would have gon...

The stream on which the Vee-Boers had embarked was unknown to all of them. Even their guide was unacquainted with it, though he had once accompanied a party of English hunters t...

Going at a slow crawl in profound silence, the huge vehicles, with their dark bodies and white tilts, the long serried line of yoked oxen extended in advance of them, would have...