him from it would be useless; he therefore simply
observed, "You have a good many things to do first, and perhaps you will
not find it as easy as you suppose to obtain a livelihood in Natal."

The chief looked somewhat disconcerted at this remark, but the next
moment drawing himself up proudly, he answered--

"Mangaleesu's strong arm and rifle will supply him and his wife with all
their wants. The Zulus are not like you white men, they can live where
you would starve."

"You are a brave young man, but you have no rifle and ammunition to
begin with," said Hendricks. "However, I will supply you, and will
purchase the skins you bring me at a fair price. In that way, if you
hunt diligently, you will be able to support yourself and your wife."

The chief appeared well pleased with this arrangement, and did not for
the remainder of the journey again talk of returning to Zululand to
revenge himself on his enemies. When the waggon was passing in the
neighbourhood of kraals, the natives on several occasions paid Hendricks
a visit, supposing that he had come to trade with them; but, as his
goods were exhausted, and his waggon already fully loaded, he told them
that he could do no business, and they soon again took their departure.
None of them appeared to recognise Mangaleesu, and as Kalinda always
cautiously crept inside she was not seen. It was therefore hoped that
Mapeetu had no suspicion of how the young chief and his bride had
escaped, and that the party ran no risk of being molested. Several not
very important adventures were met with. Game, which was everywhere
abundant, was killed to supply the travellers with food, and at length
descending from the high ground they reached the colony. They had a
considerable distance to travel, but all danger from hostile Zulus was
over. A journey of about ten days brought them in sight of the high
black hills, devoid of a single tree, which bound Maritzburg on the
north and north-west. Soon afterwards the town itself appeared,
situated on a large knoll or plateau, rising out of a natural basin, and
almost surrounded by "little Bushmans" river. Crossing the stream, the
waggon passed along a broad road bounded by green hedges of pomegranate,
enclosing nicely kept gardens, in which stood neat little whitewashed
cottages with verandahs in front, round whose posts were twined
beautiful and luxurious creepers. By the side of the water-courses by
which the gardens were irrigate