ers of manhood's prime cast lifeless on the
ground and left to rot there for the mistaken idea on the Kafirs' part
that white men were their natural enemies, when, in truth, they brought
to their land the comforts of civilised life; sad to think that they had
died for the mistaken notion that their country was being taken from
them, when in truth they had much more country than they knew what to do
with--more than was sufficient to support themselves and all the white
men who have ever gone there, and all that are likely to go for many
years to come; sad to think of the stern necessity that compelled the
white men to lay them low; sadder still to think of the wives and
mothers, sisters and little ones, who were left to wail unavailingly for
fathers and brothers lost to them for ever; and saddest of all to
remember that it is not merely the naked savage in his untutored
ignorance, but the civilised white man in his learned wisdom, who
indulges in this silly, costly, murderous, brutal, and accursed game of
war!

Returning from the fight next day with a large herd of captured cattle,
the contingent found that Hintza had agreed unconditionally to all the
proposals made to him by the Governor; among others that he should
restore to the colonists 50,000 head of cattle and 1000 horses,--one
half to be given up at once, the remainder in the course of a year.

The deceitful chief was thus ready in his acquiescence, simply because
he had no intention whatever of fulfilling his engagements. To blind
his white enemies the more effectually, he himself offered to remain in
the camp as a hostage, with his followers. Two other chiefs, Kreli and
Booko, also joined him. This seemingly gracious conduct won for Hintza
so much confidence that orders were immediately given to evacuate his
territory. He became the guest of Colonel Smith, and the Governor
presented him with numerous conciliatory gifts. Thereafter the camp was
broken up and the Governor took his departure.

No sooner was his back turned than Hintza's people commenced a general
massacre of the Fingoes. About thirty were murdered in cold blood near
to Colonel Somerset's camp.

Full of indignation, when he heard this, the Governor summoned Hintza to
his presence and related what had occurred.

"Well, and what then?" was the Kafir's cool reply, "are they not my
dogs?"

Sir Benjamin met this by giving orders that Hintza and all the people
with him should be put under gu