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Portrait of Perceval Gibbon Perceval Gibbon Vrouw Grobelaar and Her Leading Cases… (1906)

Frikkie could smudge a fly ten feet off with just a flick of his whip, and all the tender parts of the accomplished animal came in for ruthless attention.
"He ought to be shot," was Frikkie's remark as he curled up the thong at the end of the discipline. "A baboon is past teaching if he has bad habits. He is more like a man than a beast."
The Vrouw Grobelaar seated herself in the stoop chair which by common consent was reserved for her use, and shook her head.
"Baboons are uncanny things," she answered slowly. "When you shoot them, you can never be quite sure how much murder there is in it.
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Portrait of Perceval Gibbon Perceval Gibbon Vrouw Grobelaar and Her Leading Cases… (1906)

Great bull-headed dog-baboons, with naked fangs and clutching hands alert for murder; bounding mothers of squealing litters that led their young in a dash to the fight; terrible lean old bitches that made for the men when others went for the corn,—they swooped like a flood of horror on the aghast Kafirs, biting, tearing, bounding through the air like uncouth birds, and in one second the throng of the Kafirs melted before them, and they were among the corn.
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Portrait of Perceval Gibbon Perceval Gibbon Vrouw Grobelaar and Her Leading Cases… (1906)

From where he lay on his stomach, with his rifle before him, Shadrach could see the line of ridge of rocks over which the baboons must come, dark against a sky only just less dark; and with his eyes fixed on this he waited. Afterwards he said that it was not the baboons he waited for, but the yellow man, Naqua, and he had in his head an idea that all the evil and pain that ever was, and all the sin to be, had a home in that bushman. So a man hates an enemy.
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