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When Sybilla de Groot and the Van Doorns were deposited at their concentration camp, they were assign 'I bring words, my people,' she intoned in solemn accents. e asked, 'Aren't you Philip Saltwood, from the diggingsT 'I am,' he said, and turned to see a stalwar a review of the positions the Dutch Reformed Church had taken on the matter of race during the past two a

any parallels to the trek- boer invasion of frontier villages that all students became atten- tive. ' Through the night they talked of the Limpopo and the Zambezi, of the Matabele, and when the moon hung low upon the waves Rhodes introduced a new word: 'Zimbabwe. When white-flagged emissaries came to protest the breaking of a tacit truce, De Groot replied, 'On Sundays you are to pray like us, not play at cricket like heathens. ' Van Valck and Van Doorn glared at him, but he ignored them, saying brightly, 'I propose we declare the child white and end this farce.