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"Therefore," went on Panda, "for this reason, and for others, I am glad that Bangu has been punished, and that, although vengeance has crawled after him like a footsore bull, at length he has been tossed with its horns and crushed with its knees." "Yebo, Ngonyama!"
He strikes, and lo! as a falling tree sweeps a passage through the forest, so would he sweep us away. Let him weaken; let hunger fasten on his vitals, and fear trouble his brain." "We are wolves; we would tear him down in his strength, while his blood is red." "Terrible is the trunk of Indhlovu, and terrible is the arm of Ngonyama.
The son will know that it was his mother who brought this evil on the place because she thought she could do better than Ngonyama." "It is true; it is true," she wailed, beating her breast. "So tell me, great one, how this evil may be put right, but it must be done quickly, for the Arab has brought canoes up, and his men are in the valley ready to seize the women and children."
His song died away as his eye fell upon the still swollen river, on the sheen of pools gathered where the ground was flat, on the banks of debris showing the highwater mark far up the little side valleys. "Greeting, Ngonyama!" "And to you, chief." "My brothers have not slept." The young chief's eagle-glance dwelt swiftly on the three friends. "They have looked on great trouble."
They played ventriloquial tricks in the passages and caverns, making the sounds come from different points after varying intervals of silence; and all the time, as could be gathered from occasional words in the incoherent gabble, uttering threats against the white men. Then, at the very break of dawn, after a couple of hours of silence, the plot they had formed was put into shape. "Ngonyama!" Mr.
"I will see to it, Ngonyama;" and Muata went down with his band to the village once again, chanting the deep-chested song of victory. The jackal, who had accompanied Muata on the new trail, remained with his white friends. He was thin, he was famished, and he sat with his left front paw lifted.
The men went off singing, six men to each section, and in the afternoon the Okapi was once more in her proper element. "And which way will you go, Ngonyama?" "We have thought it over during the rains, chief.
As for Ngonyama, see where the women build his hut against his coming." "I see," said Compton. "Perhaps he was sent for by the chief, and has gone a journey, for the enemy are on the move." "That is plainer to me," she said quickly. "It must be so, for the chief loves Ngonyama." "Yes; that must be the reason. It lifts a load off my mind, mother."
This was startling news indeed. "Canoes in the valley?" "In the valley itself; and our men are scattered here and there on the ridges at the mercy of these wolves, though they fight hard. Ngonyama, tell me!" "There is only one thing to do," said Venning, joining in. "I listen," she cried, leaning forward. "Quick, wise one.
Ngonyama!" and the voice grew fainter. "Wait wait, O mother of chiefs, for the way is dark, and we move slow." "Slower fast, slower fast, Ngonyama, it matters not." "It is far, mother! Are we near the end?" "Near the end very near! Is it the dead ye carry, Ngonyama?" "Nay, mother; the boy is but sick. But where are you, that ye see and are not seen, that your voice is near and yet far?"
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