ior in the world. Yet we had some cause for our pride, for
we had once more met and rolled back the mighty Zulu power, had met and
defeated a larger force than our own, one composed of the picked
warriors of Dingane's regiments.

As we drew near to Kwa'zingwenya we heard singing, and lo! a great
company of girls, clad in their gayest dancing dresses, came out to meet
us. They carried green boughs, which they waved as they sang, and at
their head was Lalusini. At sight of her the warriors cried aloud her
name, hailing her as their deliverer, for her _muti_ it was which, when
their hearts were as water, had turned them to iron once more. But she,
smiling kindly at them, turned herself to the King, hailing him by all
his titles. This time, however, she sang not the Song of the Shield,
but the warriors did, for it was roared forth by the whole _impi_, and,
indeed, it became one of the great songs of our nation, nor do I think
it is forgotten yet. Also they sang this song:--

"Are they sharp--the horns of the Bull?
They are sharp. They are strong.
The Lion rushed upon them--
The Lion from the South--
_Ou_! Where is he--that Lion?
His head was high--loud was his roar:
His tail, too, was high;
But the horns of the Bull are sharp--
Ha! Ha! Now the Black Bull roars alone."

We went through the rites of purifying after the shedding of human
blood, and then there was great feasting and rejoicing; for our losses,
which were heavy, were not to be spoken of at such a time, and songs of
victory and rejoicing filled the air--not those of death and mourning--
for great, indeed, had been our triumph, and we were still a mighty
nation.

Death, too, had been busy at Kwa'zingwenya during our struggle for a
nation's life. For it had called to the white _isanusi_ to come over
into the Dark Unknown. The stranger was dead. He had been seized with
sickness in certain swampy lands, while travelling to outlying kraals to
spread his teaching, and had come back to die. And those who were with
him say that he died very quickly, and without pain or fear. Now, I
thought the King was not over-sorrowful about this; for, although the
white doctor was his friend, yet, sooner or later, these two strangers
would want to go forth from our midst--which we did not desire. And now
both were dead: one on a bed of sickness, the other on the field of
blood, as a warrior, making his dying bed of the bodies of those he had
sl