When he stood at the threshold of his biggest discovery and just when he was about to connect the final dots in this monumental puzzle; the bottom dropped out of his world. His wife and soul-mate died of Malaria as they reached the foothills of Blouberg. This giant of a man was reduced to a crying baby. The evening after her funeral he gave the big family bible to his favorite sons and told them to settle there on the southern slopes of the Zoutpansberg and wait for him. That night he disappeared never to be seen again. Part three could therefore be called EXTRAPOLATE, where we follow him into the night and learn how he decided to continue his quest without putting his whole family at risk. He could move much faster now but was he taking too much of a risk to get to the gold?


In the virgin bush of southern Africa something as big as an elephant can disappear in the wink of an eye, never to be seen again. Sometimes all that remain are the spoor, faint imprints in the soil, that are left behind as they lightly impact on their environment. Wind, rain and the hooves of other animals, immediately begin to wipe away the little evidence that was left behind. A few days later only the expert eye of Bushman tracker will be able to tell what animal passed there and in what direction it was heading.

Mighty African kingdoms disappeared and blended back into the bush without a trace. The absence of these bustling trade centres and glittering capitals reminds one of the Bushmen legend of Kaggan, the mantis (known in Afrikaans as Hottentotsgot, meaning Hottentot god). It is said of Kaggan living in the camelthorn tree, that just because you can't see him doesn't mean that he is not there. Knowledge of these cities now resides in the murky realms of myth and fables, surviving in stories told within the hypnotic circle of a camp fire deep in the bush. Because they had no written history the local peoples of Southern Africa developed the uncanny ability to stick very accurately to the detail of their oral history and ancestry. A thousand years later even that became heavily mottled by the passage of time.

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