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Updated: May 21, 2025
They have forgotten it now because it is some time ago, and if I could write I would set down the history of that march, for we fought some great battles with the people who used to live in this country. Afterwards I was the friend of the Father of the Zulus, he whom they still call Inkoosi Umkulu the mighty chief you may have heard tell of him.
I carved that stool on which you sit for him and he left it back to me when he died." "Inkoosi Umkulu!" I exclaimed. "Why, they say he lived hundreds of years ago." "Do they, Macumazahn? If so, have I not told you that we black people cannot count as well as you do? Really it was only the other day.
"Aye," answered the Amangwane, "the plan of the white Inkoosi is good; he is clever as a weasel; we will have his plan and no other." So Saduko was overruled and my counsel adopted. All that day we rested, lighting no fires and remaining still as the dead in the dense bush.
As I approached my camp I saw that the oxen were being inspanned, as I supposed by the order of Scowl, who must have heard that there was a row up at the kraal, and thought it well to be ready to bolt. In this I was mistaken, however, for just then Saduko strolled out of a patch of bush and said: "I ordered your boys to yoke up the oxen, Inkoosi." "Have you? That's cool!" I answered.
"Perhaps you will tell me why." "Because we must make a good trek to the northward before night, Inkoosi." "Indeed! I thought that I was heading south-east." "Bangu does not live in the south or the east," he replied slowly. "Oh, I had almost forgotten about Bangu," I said, with a rather feeble attempt at evasion. "Is it so?" he answered in his haughty voice.
"Yes, Inkoosi, especially as the pitfalls are dug from side to side of the path and have a pointed stake set at the bottom of each of them. Oh, Mameena is already as good as dead, as she deserves to be, who without doubt is the greatest umtakati north of the Tugela." "And what did Saduko say to that?" I asked.
And now, since your fears are groundless thanks be to the heavens sit down, if you will, and tell me the story of how I came here." She sat down, not, I noted, as a Kafir woman ordinarily does, in a kind of kneeling position, but on a stool. "You were carried into the kraal, Inkoosi," she said, "on a litter of boughs.
"Inkoosi," he answered in his deep voice, lifting his delicately shaped hand in salutation, a courtesy that pleased me who, after all, was nothing but a white hunter, "Inkoosi, has not her father said that she is his daughter?" "Aye," answered the jolly old Umbezi, "but what her father has not said is that Saduko is her lover, or, rather, would like to be. Wow!
Also he was by nature terribly jealous, even in little things, as the readers of his history, if any, will learn. We trudged on for several hours in silence, broken at length by my companion. "Do you still mean to go on a shooting expedition with Umbezi, Inkoosi?" he asked, "or are you afraid?" "Of what should I be afraid?" I answered tartly.
Also it struck me that his face was familiar to me. "Well," I said at last, "What is your name?" "Umbopa," answered the man in a slow, deep voice. "I have seen your face before." "Yes; the Inkoosi, the chief, my father, saw my face at the place of the Little Hand" that is, Isandhlwana "on the day before the battle." Then I remembered.
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