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Swallow

CHAPTER XXXI
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Indeed, husbands deserted their sick wives and mothers their children, which were too heavy to carry; yes, they deserted them to be trampled by the feet of men and the hoofs of cattle.
Now, the eastern sky grew grey, and though the sun had not yet risen the light was such that a man could see the veins upon the back of his hand and the white moons on his finger-nails.

Presently, as though moved by one impulse, thousands of voices uttered a hoarse cry of "It is dawn! Open, open!" But it would seem that the wall still stood, for the cattle remained packed in so dense a mass that a man could have walked upon their backs, as, indeed, some tried to do.
At last the sun rose, or rather its rays shot upwards across the eastern skies like a fan of fire.

Suzanne turned her head and watched till presently the arrows of light struck upon the tall chair rock which was the highest point of all the mountain.

Yes, there in the chair sat the white figure and by its side stood what seemed to be a black child.

It was Sihamba.


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