ender his
life a burthen to him, and he can generally escape this by entering some
white man's service, or attaching himself to a mission-station; but in
independent Zululand, any disaster to prince or great chief was sure to
be followed by a horrible massacre of the whole family of the supposed
offender, unless he had time to escape across the border. Many a time
did wounded women and children fly from the slaughter to Kwamagwaza, and
Mr. and Mrs. Robertson protect them from the first fury of the pursuers,
and then almost force consent from Ketchewayo to their living under the
protection of the umfundisi.

Visits to Ketchewayo formed a very important part of the work, since they
gradually established his confidence in Mr. Robertson, and obtained
concessions that facilitated the Christianizing of his people. One of
his great objections was the fear of losing their services as warriors.
The regiments still assemble at his camp as in the days of Dingarn, go
through their exercises and sing their war-songs, into some of which are
introduced lines in contempt of the Kaffirs who have passed the Tugela to
live under British law:--

"The Natal people have no king,
They eat salt;
To every tag-rag white man they say,
'Your Excellency!'"

Mrs. Robertson's niece, Miss Fanny Woodrow, who had come out to join her,
arrived at Durban, and was there met by Mrs. Robertson herself, in her
waggon, after the long and perilous journey undertaken alone with the
Kaffirs. Her residence at Kwamagwaza was a time of much interest and
prosperity; she threw herself into the work, and much assisted in the
training of the women and children, and one or two visits she made to
Ketchewayo greatly delighted the prince. She came in June 1861, but she
had become engaged on her way out to the Rev. Lovell Procter, and when
the mission at Chibisa's was given up, he was in such a state of health
as not to be able to continue with the University Mission. Therefore he
set out on his return, and, coming to Natal by the way, arrived at
Kwamagwaza early in 1864. He was the first brother clergyman Mr.
Robertson had seen since coming into Zululand, and the mingling of joy at
the meeting, and of sorrow for Bishop Mackenzie, were almost
overwhelming. At Easter Mr. Procter and Miss Woodrow were married, in
the little mission church, built of bricks made by Mr. Robertson's own
hands and those of his pupils; and soon after Mr. and Mrs. Robe