In this new volume of tales the author "deals with the back-world of Boer superstition, the kind of story we may believe to be told round winter fires on lonely farms. The Vrouw Grobelaar, the narrator, will capture the affections of every reader with her shrewd common sense, her sharp tongue, and trenchant philosophy of life... The tales themselves range over every variety of subject, from the idyllic to the purely horrible."
Unto the Third Generation -- The Dream-Face -- The Avenger of Blood -- The Hands of the Pitiful Woman -- Piet Naude's Trek -- Like Unto Like -- Counting the Colors -- The King of the Baboons -- Morder Drift -- A Good End -- Vasco's Sweetheart -- The Peruvian -- Tagalash -- The Home Kraal -- The Sacrifice -- The Coward -- Her Own Story
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"Well, wicked or not, it is at least unsafe not to look where one is going. This was a thing Stoffel never did: since he overlooked his wife, it was not to be expected he would see a strand of fencing-wire on the ground. So he rode on to it, and down came his horse. Down came Stoffel too, and there was a stone handy on the place where his head lit to let some of the moonshine out of him. He saw a heavenful of stars for a moment, and then saw nothing for a long time. Save--one strange thing!
"When life came back to him he was in his bed very sore and empty, and very mightily surprised to see himself alive, after all. He was exceedingly weak and somewhat misty as to how it all had happened. But one thing he seemed to remember--more than seemed, so strong, so plain, so deep was his memory of it. He thought he recalled pain and blindness, and a sudden light, in which he saw a face close to his, a girl's face, pitiful, tender, loving, and charged with more than all the sweetness of be