e in my need.

All night long the people drew on from every side towards the kraal,
and, as they came in thousands and tens of thousands, they filled the
night with their cries, till it seemed as though the whole world were
mourning, and loudly. None might cease their crying, and none dared
to drink so much as a cup of water. The daylight came, and Chaka rose,
saying, "Come, let us go forth, Mopo, and look on those who mourn with
us." So we went out, and after us came men armed with clubs to do the
bidding of the king.

Outside the kraal the people were gathered, and their number was
countless as the leaves upon the trees. On every side the land was black
with them, as at times the veldt is black with game. When they saw the
king they ceased from their howling and sang the war-song, then once
again they howled, and Chaka walked among them weeping. Now, my father,
the sight became dreadful, for, as the sun rose higher the day grew hot,
and utter weariness came upon the people, who were packed together like
herds of cattle, and, though oxen slain in sacrifice lay around, they
might neither eat nor drink. Some fell to the ground, and were trampled
to death, others took too much snuff to make them weep, others stained
their eyes with saliva, others walked to and fro, their tongues hanging
from their jaws, while groans broke from their parched throats.

"Now, Mopo, we shall learn who are the wizards that have brought these
ills upon us," said the king, "and who are the true-hearted men."

As we spoke we cam upon a man, a chief of renown. He was named
Zwaumbana, chief of the Amabovus, and with him were his wives and
followers. This man could weep no more; he gasped with thirst and heat.
The king looked at him.

"See, Mopo," he said, "see that brute who has no tears for my mother who
is dead! Oh, the monster without a heart! Shall such as he live to look
upon the sun, while I and thou must weep, Mopo? Never! never! Take him
away, and all those who are with him! Take them away, the people without
hearts, who do not weep because my mother is dead by witchcraft!"

And Chaka walked on weeping, and I followed also weeping, but the chief
Zwaumbana and those with him were all slain by those who do the bidding
of the king, and the slayers also must weep as they slew. Presently
we came upon another man, who, seeing the king, took snuff secretly to
bring tears to his eyes. But the glance of Chaka was quick, and he noted
it.

"Lo