to the dead, and I think that Chaka has an assegai which you shall

"Is it so?" I answered. "The king's will be done. The sun is hot, and

I tire of the road. He who kisses the assegai sleeps sound."

Thus I spoke, my father, and, indeed, in that hour I desired to die.

The world was empty for me. Macropha and Nada were gone, Umslopogaas

was dead, and my other wives and children were murdered. I had no

heart to begin to build up a new house, none were left for me to love,

and it seemed well that I should die also.