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When he sees a single vulture in the sky, he knows there are others coming behind. A white man comes out of the beyond into the black man's country. He is soft-spoken; he is a hunter only. Mawoh! and behind him comes an army." "What do you know about white men, Muata?" "The wise men at the hiding-place talked. They knew one such. He lived among them. His ways were strange.
Up he came, breasting the steep ascent with a look behind at frequent intervals as if he feared pursuit, and when he reached the wall, he drew a great breath of relief. "Mawoh!" he grunted. "I saw the dead water heave, and there was a laugh from nowhere." "What message?" asked one of the headmen. "It is for Ngonyama," said the runner.
Hear them talk when a wind is blowing; then it is as if all the great ones were gathered together roaring to the four comers, with the voice of the storm booming from the skies, and the bellowing of a great herd of bulls, and in between the cries of women in fear and the screaming of tigers. Mawoh! It is then a man would hide in a hole.
He lifted his head to the wind and sniffed. Mawoh! Well, I knew the old mother had told him of my presence; but the lion never looks up. It was well for me, for his mind was uneasy. A long time he lay, while the jackals sat howling. Then he crept round the tree and the carcase. Twice he crept round; then, as the smell of the meal was too much, he trotted up to the carcass and growled at his feast.
Hume, holding the chief by his arm, "what does this mean? What harm have those men done you?" "My father has the lion's grip. Mawoh! Muata was a babe in his arms." "That may be, but it is no answer." "What harm! Did not my father hear the jackal give tongue?" "I heard; and those jackals there" indicating the watching group "yelped at me, so that I flung one into the water. But what then?
The other bull turned not at the howling of the pack. He walked on slow and straight to the vlei, drank deep, and made a bed in the mud. He covered his wounds with mud, and when his wounds were healed he was an outcast. The troop had another leader, and the old cow led them all to another grazing-ground." "And what became of you, Muata?" "Muata stayed in the tree. Mawoh! Muata was afraid.
One morning the old bull stood in the game-path, considering in his mind how it came to happen that the earth had been fresh turned. While he stood, the young bulls pressing behind suddenly put their horns to his flanks and urged him forward. Mawoh! The old bull stepped on to the newly turned earth, and went down into a pit that the hunters had dug.
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