Full of bright hopes, we rested in that Land of Wait-a-while, speaking of
the years to come, when the bush-folk will have conquered the Never-Never
and lain it at the feet of great cities; and, waiting and resting, made
merry and planned plans, all unconscious of the great shadow that was
even then hovering over us.
CHAPTER XXV AND LAST
There is little more to tell. Just that old, old story--that sad refrain
of the Kaffir woman that we British-born can conquer anything but Death.
All unaware, that scourge of the Wet crept back to the homestead, and the
great Shadow, closing in on us, flung wide those gates of Death once
more, and turning, before passing through, beckoned to our Maluka to
follow. But at those open gates the Maluka lingered a little while with
those who were fighting so fiercely and impotently to close
them--lingering to teach us out of his own great faith that "Behind all
Shadows standeth God." And then the gates gently closing, a woman stood
alone in that little home that had been wrested, so merrily, out of the
very heart of Nature.
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