her simple faith.

"Certainly not," he answered, "and if the brute tries to do so I shall
shoot it."

"I'd rather trust to God, Father, because you know you can never hit
anything," replied Tabitha.

Fortunately, however, it never became necessary for Thomas to show his
skill as a marksman, for when they got through the bushveld there were
no more lions.

On the fourth day after they left the river they found themselves upon
gentle sloping veld that by degrees led them upwards to high land where
it was cold and healthy and there were no mosquitoes. For two days they
trekked over these high lands, which seemed to be quite uninhabited save
by herds of feeding buck, till at length they attained their crest, and
below them saw a beautiful mimosa-clad plain which the guides told them
was the Sisa Country.

"The Promised Land at last! It makes me feel like another Moses," said
Thomas, waving his arm.

"Oh, isn't it lovely!" exclaimed Tabitha.

"Yes, dear," answered her mother, "but--but I don't see any town."

This indeed was the case because there was none, the Sisa kraal, for it
could not be dignified by any other name, being round a projecting
ridge and out of sight. For the rest the prospect was very fair, being