it! Evil spirits live in
that forest, and no man has walked there for many years. This woman's
son was foolish: he went to wander in the forest, saying that he cared
nothing for ghosts, and the Amatongo, the ghost-folk, killed him. That
was many years ago, and none have dared to seek his bones. Ever she
sits here and asks of the passers by that they should bring him to her,
offering the great club for a reward; but they dare not!'
"'They lie!' said the old woman. 'There are no ghosts there. The ghosts
live only in their cowardly hearts; there are but wolves. I know that
the bones of my son lie in the cave, for I have seen them in a dream;
but, alas! my old limbs are too weak to carry me up the mountain path,
and all these are cowards; there is no man among them since the Zulus
killed my husband, covering him with wounds!'
"Now, I listened, answering nothing; but when all had done, I asked
to see the club which should be given to him who dared to face the
Amatongo, the spirits who lived in the forest upon the Ghost Mountain.
Then the old woman rose, and creeping on her hands went into the hut.
Presently she returned again, dragging the great club after her.
"Look at it, stranger! look at it! Was there ever such a club?" And
Galazi held it up before the eyes of Umslopogaas.
In truth, my father, that was a club, for I, Mopo, saw it in after days.
It was great and knotty, black as iron that had been smoked in the fire,
and shod with metal that was worn smooth with smiting.
"I looked at it," went on Galazi, "and I tell you, stranger, a great
desire came into my heart to possess it.
"'How is this club named?' I asked of the old woman.
"'It is named Watcher of the Fords,' she answered, 'and it has
not watched in vain. Five men have held that club in war and a
hundred-and-seventy-three have given up their lives beneath its strokes.
He who held it last slew twenty before he was slain himself, for this
fortune goes with the club--that he who owns it shall die holding it,
but in a noble fashion. There is but one other weapon to match with
it in Zululand, and that is the great axe of Jikiza, the chief of
the People of the Axe, who dwells in the kraal yonder; the ancient
horn-hafted Imbubuzi, the Groan-Maker, that brings victory. Were axe,
Groan-Maker, and club, Watcher of the Fords, side by side, there are
no thirty men in Zululand who could stand before them. I have said.
Choose!' And the aged woman watched me cunnin
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