s of the Umfalozi and through them. But he fled
ever, for he knew that the avengers of blood were on his spoor. After
that for awhile we lost him. Then we heard that he had crossed the
Pongolo with some of the people who still clung to him. We followed him
to the place Kwa Myawo, and there we lay hid in the bush watching. At
last our chance came. Dingaan walked in the bush and with him two men
only. We stabbed the men and seized him.

Dingaan looked at us and knew us, and his knees trembled with fear. Then
I spoke:--

"What was that message which I sent thee, O Dingaan, who art no more a
king--that thou didst evil to drive me away, was it not? because I set
thee on thy throne and I alone could hold thee there?"

He made no answer, and I went on:--

"I, Mopo, son of Makedama, set thee on thy throne, O Dingaan, who wast a
king, and I, Mopo, have pulled thee down from thy throne. But my message
did not end there. It said that, ill as thou hadst done to drive me
away, yet worse shouldst thou do to look upon my face again, for that
day should be thy day of doom."

Still he made no answer. Then Umslopogaas spoke:--

"I am that Slaughterer, O Dingaan, no more a king, whom thou didst send
Slayers many and fierce to eat up at the kraal of the People of the Axe.
Where are thy Slayers now, O Dingaan? Before all is done thou shalt look
upon them."

"Kill me and make an end; it is your hour," said Dingaan.

"Not yet awhile, O son of Senzangacona," answered Umslopogaas, "and not
here. There lived a certain woman and she was named Nada the Lily. I was
her husband, O Dingaan, and Mopo here, he was her father. But, alas!
she died, and sadly--she lingered three days and nights before she died.
Thou shalt see the spot and hear the tale, O Dingaan. It will wring
thy heart, which was ever tender. There lived certain children, born
of another woman named Zinita, little children, sweet and loving. I was
their father, O Elephant in a pit, and one Dingaan slew them. Of them
thou shalt hear also. Now away, for the path is far!"

Two days went by, my father, and Dingaan sat bound and alone in the cave
on Ghost Mountain. We had dragged him slowly up the mountain, for he was
heavy as an ox. Three men pushing at him and three others pulling on a
cord about his middle, we dragged him up, staying now and again to show
him the bones of those whom he had sent out to kill us, and telling him
the tale of that fight.

Now at length we were in t