There, bound to the trunk of a tree, sat a young woman, evidently the mother of the child, for it clung to her leg.
Thank God she was still living, though she must have died before another day dawned.

We cut her loose, and the Zulu hunters, who are kind folk enough when they are not at war, carried her to camp.

In the end with much trouble we saved the lives of that mother and child.

I sent for the two Mazitus, with whom I could by now talk fairly well, and asked them why the slavers did these things.
They shrugged their shoulders and one of them answered with a rather dreadful laugh: "Because, Chief, these Arabs, being black-hearted, kill those who can walk no more, or tie them up to die.

If they let them go they might recover and escape, and it makes the Arabs sad that those who have been their slaves should live to be free and happy." "Does it?
Does it indeed ?" exclaimed Stephen with a snort of rage that reminded me of his father.