[...]you never have. You had better t ask me to, he answered, for it is a longish one. All right, I said, the evening is young, and there is some more port. Thus adjured, he filled his pipe from a jar of coarse-cut Boer tobacco that was always standing on the mantelpiece, and still walking up and down the room, began- It was, I think, in the March of '69 that I was up in Sikukuni's country. It was just after old Sequati's time, and Sikukuni had got into power-I forget how. Anyway, I was there. I had heard that the Bapedi people had brought down [...].