"Oh! Great-Great, God of my sister, give me back my wisdom and I will pay my life for it.

Oh! Lighter of the stars, for myself I ask nothing, who am not of Thy children.

Let eternal death be my portion, but give me back my wisdom that I may save my sister who serves Thee." Thus prayed Sihamba out of the depth of her untutored heart, not for herself but for another, and it would seem that her prayer was heard; though many among our people think that God does not listen to the black creatures.

At the least, as her eyes wandered around the hut, they fell upon certain jars of earthenware.

Now during the years that she dwelt among the Umpondwana Suzanne had but two pastimes.