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But Usibebu and the induna Untshingwayo, who afterwards commanded at Isandhlwana, were for fighting, as were Sirayo, the husband of the two women who had been taken on English territory and killed, and Umbilini, the chief of Swazi blood whose surrender was demanded by Sir Bartle Frere and who afterwards commanded the Zulus in the battle at Ihlobane.
All night long we trekked, following the Kaffir path for as long as I could see it, and after that going by my compass. I knew whereabouts the drift of the Crocodile River should be, as I had crossed it twice before in my life, and kept my eyes open for a certain tall koppie which stood within half a mile it on the Swazi side of the river.
Now, Macumazahn, I go to eat with my people, for I have servants with me. Then I must speak with the Swazi king, for whom I also have a message, which I cannot do at present because he is still drunk with the white man's liquor. After that I shall be ready to return with you to Zululand." "I never said that I was going to Zululand, Nombe."
A native, no matter if he be Swazi, Zulu, Basuto, or any other nationality, will always take advantage where such is offered, and he will follow it up with enough persistence to warrant ultimate success.
Now Nada started like a frightened bird, but quickly gathered up her thoughts, and turned upon me in a lordly way. "Who are you that ask me?" she said, feigning a man's voice. "One who can use a stick upon thieves and night-prowlers, boy. Come, show your business or be moving. You are not of this people; surely that moocha is of a Swazi make, and here we do not love Swazis."
We were, in local parlance, "bust." Prospectors start for Swaziland Rumors as to their fate MacLean and I decide to follow them Precautions against lions The Crocodile River The Boer and the pessimist Game and honey Crocodiles Difficulties in crossing the river MacLean nearly drowned in the rapids I go on alone First sight of De Kaap A labyrinth of dongas I reach Swaziland Baboons On the trail of the prospectors The mystery solved 'Ntshindeen's Kraal Swazi hospitality How I became celebrated A popular show Repairing guns Character of the Swazis Contempt for money and love of salt Prospecting My welcome outstayed A dangerous crisis Return to the Crocodile River The rhinoceros Our bearers decamp We abandon our goods Attacked by fever Terror of partridges Arrival at Mac Mac.
Now I was the only son of my father by his head wife, and born to be chief after him, and therefore those of the Swazi party, and they were many and great, hated me also. So matters stood till last year in the winter, and then my father set his heart on killing twenty of the headmen, with their wives and children, because he knew that they plotted against him.
However, I was not going to be beaten, so I just turned and marched for the kloof. So I told Tom that he need not come unless he liked, but I was going; and being a plucky fellow, a Swazi by birth, he shrugged his shoulders, muttered that I was mad or bewitched, and followed doggedly in my tracks.
However, I knew exactly what she would be like, some hideous old hag smelling horribly of grease and other abominations, with a worn snake skin and some human bones tied about her. Presently she came, escorted by the Swazi who was grinning, for I think he guessed what I expected to see.
But all this while Umslopogaas and the veterans sat in their ranks upon the brow of the slope and watched. "Those Swazi dogs have a fool for their general," quoth Umslopogaas. "He has no men left to fall back on, and Galazi has broken his array and mixed his regiments as milk and cream are mixed in a bowl. They are no longer an impi, they are a mob."
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