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Tigercat x870d Lx870d Feller Buncher 87073501 87075000 Operator Service Manual
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Six years of this life had passed prior to the finding of the
mysterious corpse and the diamonds.
The elder woman was almost totally deaf, and the younger
too much preoccupied by her physical ailments to pay much
heed to the music. The musician, however, required no
audience to enable him to reap the fullest enjoyment from
the exercise of his art. He loved music for its proper sake,
and under its influence could soar away above his sordid
surroundings into a heaven of his own creation.
Old Schalk turned to his wife, who was sitting beside him in
the mat-house, hemming an apron—
“Wife, did you see how strange she looked? I wonder what
she and the Jew have been doing on the kopje?”
“Yes, aunt.”
“Where have you been that you did not come to dinner?”
“Max, aunt.”
Old Schalk and his wife both gasped; then the old man
broke out—
“I am sure Max did not do that; for one thing, he was not
born at the time.”
Maria and Petronella, were just on the other side of the mat-
house wall, listening to all that was said, and giggling and
making signs to each other. Old Schalk bethought him of his
overdue account at the shop, and wondered how this
unexpected development would affect his relations with
Nathan, with whom he could not afford to quarrel. But Max
was often, as at present, in charge of the business; he also
had to be considered. The old Boer came to the conclusion
that his safest course was to ignore the whole affair, at all
events for the present, until after Nathan’s return.
It was past eight o’clock when the waning moon looked over
the eastern rim of the Desert. Max was sitting on a packing-
case outside the shop, trying to make up his mind as to
whether he ought to walk over to the camp and see
Susannah or not. His heart said “Go,” but his reason said
“Stay.” He instinctively divined that there would be
opposition to any connection between himself and Susannah
on the part of the Hattinghs. He wondered whether
Susannah had told about what had happened. It seemed to
him impossible that such a thing could be kept concealed—
the clucking lizards which came out of their sand-burrows
after the sun had gone down, and the green pneumoras
squeaking on the bushes, seemed to be discussing nothing
else—to be proclaiming their opinion of the occurrence far
and wide. When the moon arose Susannah happened to be
watching it as well. Perhaps he saw her face reflected on the
gleaming, pearly surface. Max arose from his seat and
walked over to the Hattingh camp.
“But you know well enough,” said Mrs Hattingh. “Jan Roster
told us all about it in his last sermon: Pontius Pilate and the
soldiers were Roman Catholics, and—and—”
Poor Max did not know what to say. Nathan had, over and
over again, impressed upon him that, although there was
certainly no truth in any religion whatever, he must be sure
to keep all the Jewish feasts and observances—with the
exception of fasts, which he was to pretend to keep—all the
days of his life. He had heard other Jews discussing ritual
and religion in the same strain. He wished heartily that he
knew the details of Susannah’s faith, so that he might
believe what she believed. He replied, lamely enough—
“What does a girl like you know about such things? Did we
not read about it in the book which Uncle Sarel lent us, and
didn’t Jan Roster say it was quite true, and that they caught
the Jews doing it in Russia the other day? Why, even Max
cannot say it isn’t true.”
Susannah also had her troubles, but she did not suffer
nearly as much as Max, for she had an extremely bitter
tongue, and in the game of chaff was more than a match for
any one who attacked her.
“Ach! don’t tell me about your this way and that way. You
find me a star-peerer who knows his Bible or has better eyes
than I have, and I’ll listen to him. Doesn’t the Bible say that
Joshua told the sun to stand still? Doesn’t the Prophet Isaiah
say that the Lord stretched the sky over the earth like a
tent? These star-peerers are all rogues and Romanist
heathens.”
“How are they able to tell? Why, they find it out from the
almanack, of course.” The only almanack with which the
Trek-Boer is acquainted is one issued by the Dutch Reformed
Church. This document is adorned with the Signs of the
Zodiac, and is heavily garnished with Scripture texts. It is
believed by certain classes of the Boers that the almanack is
annually deduced from the Bible by a committee of Church
ministers.
The lovers strolled away over the sandy plain, which was
now covered with a rich carpet of variously hued flowers.
Gorgeous gazanias of the tint of the richest mahogany, and
with the base of each petal eyed like a peacock’s tail; blue,
sweet-scented heliophilas, purple and crimson
mesembryanthemums, and lovely variegated pelargoniums
brushed their feet at every step. They said little to one
another, and that little could interest none but themselves.
Both were ignorant and illiterate to a degree; their range of
ideas was more limited than it is easy to describe, or even to
realise; but their hearts were young and full of vague,
sweet, unutterable thoughts. The springbucks—the advance
detachment of a large “trek”—were scattered, singly or in
small groups, over the illimitable plain. They sheered off,
feeding tamely, to either side. The meerkats scuttled back to
their low, burrow-pierced mounds, where they sat erect on a
tripod, formed by hind legs and tail, ready to dart
underground. The striped-faced gemsbuck-mice dashed
wildly into their burrows in terror, and then out again in
uncontrollable curiosity.
When they reached the camp the short Desert twilight had
nearly faded and the eastern stars were burning brightly.
The gathering had dispersed, and Old Schalk, sitting
smoking in his chair before the mat-house, was the only
person visible.
“For what?”
“I am he, Baas.”
“If I did a sin when I spoke the truth, Baas, I have had my
punishment: for six long years I have lived like a badger in a
hole. I am a human being, Baas; let me come back and live
among other human beings.”
“I have a sickly old wife, Baas, and she cannot live any
longer on the veld-kost. Give me work, Baas, and I will
serve you faithfully.”