and again into his hut to drink beer, and I with him, for he said that

we who sorrowed must have food. And ever as he walked he would wave

his arm or his assegai, saying, "Take them away, the heartless brutes,

who do not weep because my mother is dead," and those who chanced to

stand before his arm were killed, till at length the slayers could

slay no more, and themselves were slain, because their strength had

failed them, and they had no more tears. And I also, I must slay, lest

if I slew not I should myself be slain.