r them up dead or alive.
Although driven to despair, and perishing from want, not a single Caffre
was to be found who would earn the high reward offered for the surrender
of the chiefs."

"The more I hear of them, the more I admire the Caffres," observed
Alexander Wilmot; "and I may add--but never mind, pray go on."

"I think I could supply the words which you have checked, Mr Wilmot,
but I will proceed, or dinner will be announced before I have finished
this portion of my history."

"The course adopted by Mokanna under these circumstances was such as
will raise him much higher in your estimation. As he found that his
countrymen were to be massacred until he and the other chiefs were
delivered up, dead or alive, he resolved to surrender himself as a
hostage for his country. He sent a message to say that he would do so,
and the next day, with a calm magnanimity that would have done honour to
a Roman patriot, he came, unattended, to the English camp. His words
were, `People say that I have occasioned this war: let me see if my
delivering myself up will restore peace to my country.' The commanding
officer, to whom he surrendered himself immediately forwarded him as a
prisoner to the colony."

"What became of him?"

"Of that hereafter; but I wish here to give you the substance of a
speech made by one of Mokanna's head-men, who came after Mokanna's
surrender into the English camp. I am told that the imperfect notes
taken of it afford but a very faint idea of its eloquence; at all
events, the speech gives a very correct view of the treatment which the
Caffres received from our hands.

"`This war,' said he, `British chiefs, is an unjust one, for you are
striving to extirpate a people whom you have forced to take up arms.
When our fathers and the fathers of the boors first settled on the
Zurweld, they dwelt together in peace. Their flocks grazed the same
bills, their herdsmen smoked out of the same pipe; they were brothers
until the herds of the Amakosa (Caffres) increased so much as to make
the hearts of the Dutch boors sore. What those covetous men could not
get from our fathers for old buttons, they took by force. Our fathers
were men; they loved their cattle; their wives and children lived upon
milk; they fought for their property; they began to hate the colonists,
who coveted their all, and aimed at their destruction.

"`Now their kraals and our fathers' kraals were separate. The boors
made commandoes for