Behindtheboxoutoftheforepartofthecaravanpeeredtwoorthreeblackchildren’sheads。Aprettylittlefoalaboutfourmonthsoldcamefriskingandgambollingnowbeforenowbesidethehorses，whilstacoltofsomesixteenmonthsfollowedmoreleisurelybehind。WhenthecaravanwasabouttenyardsdistantI
stopped，andraisingmylefthandwiththelittlefingerpointedaloft，Iexclaimed：
\"Shoon，Kaulomengro，shoon！InDibbel’snav，wheremaytubejawingto？\"
Stoppinghiscaravanwithconsiderabledifficultythesmallblackmanglaredatmeforamomentlikeawildcat，andthensaidinavoicepartlysnappish，partlykind：
\"Savoshantu？AreyouoneoftheIngrines？\"