The woman smothered his instant fear with an eyeshot of horror.

Pantiles made from Bridgwater Clay must not be torched or underpointed, but the roof should be boarded and felted, battened and counterbattened.

None of the refinements of civilisation enter into the life of an ordinary Boer. […] His happiness is to live alone in the great wilderness, with his children, his men-servants and his maid-servants, his flocks and his herds, the monarch of all he surveys.

Cheery hellbrew of cops, dames, gats and slugging.