mourning, and loudly. None might cease their crying, and none dared to

drink so much as a cup of water. The daylight came, and Chaka rose,

saying, "Come, let us go forth, Mopo, and look on those who mourn with

us." So we went out, and after us came men armed with clubs to do the

Outside the kraal the people were gathered, and their number was

countless as the leaves upon the trees. On every side the land was

black with them, as at times the veldt is black with game. When they

saw the king they ceased from their howling and sang the war-song,