Then he leapt into the saddle, and with a snort and a quick shake of its head the _schimmel_ plunged forward in the red glow of the sunset.
Sihamba leaned against the rock and watched the light pass.

As its last ray fell upon her quivering face, she lifted her arms and cried, "Swallow, I have kept my oath.

Swallow, I have served you well and saved you.

Sister, forget me not." With these words upon her lips Sihamba Ngenyanga died; yes, she and the daylight died together, while Jan and I stood over her and wept..