' As he became more excited, his voice rose until it was a co plaining wail. at could scarcely grow weeds; the government had not been entirely honest with these settlers, neither in Cape Town nor in London. 'I bought it because a farme needs good tools,' he had told his sons. And when the urgent need came in World War 11, the Germans looked around for their help and they were gone.
On an awful day in December 1914 a court-martial condemned Steyn to be executed. 'Who rules now?' No one, but Chief Mugabe had his kraal on the side of the hill on which the citadel rested. Their stories must be incredible, and they'll be lost if we don't do something. There must be a more sensible way.
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