Meanwhile we divided up the blankets and other stores of the Arabs, such as trade goods and beads, among them, and then left them to their own devices, after placing a guard over the foodstuffs.

For my part I hoped devoutly that in the morning we should find them gone.
After this we returned to our _boma_ just in time to assist at a sad ceremony, that of the burial of my hunter who had been shot through the head.

His companions had dug a deep hole outside the fence and within a few yards of where he fell.

In this they placed him in a sitting position with his face turned towards Zululand, setting by his side two gourds that belonged to him, one filled with water and the other with grain.

Also they gave him a blanket and his two assegais, tearing the blanket and breaking the handles of the spears, to "kill" them as they said.