That afternoon, late, when the old man drove his waggon up to me for the hundredth time it seemed, he smiled quizzically.
In a short time the waggon arrived with the farmer and his wife.
I remember once being out hunting with a fellow who mistook a waggon for a springbok!
We got the oxen tethered behind the waggon, and so we awaited developments.
The next day my chest arrived by the waggon, and I threw off my “bottle-greens” and put on my uniform.
The bullocks were all drowned, and the waggon wrecked on the rocks.
Denis and Lionel did not disdain to creep in beside them, while Hendricks occupied his usual berth inside his waggon.
So they pursued their journey in the waggon across the rugged heath.
Sam was in the upper part of the field on the other side the brook with the waggon and waggoner.
"It does seem a lot of rot," Harding remarked when the waggon was away again.
