Then quietly enough they threw in the earth about him and filled the top of the hole with large stones to prevent the hyenas from digging him up.

This done, one by one, they walked past the grave, each man stopping to bid him farewell by name.

Mavovo, who came last, made a little speech, telling the deceased to _namba kachle_, that is, go comfortably to the land of ghosts, as, he added, no doubt he would do who had died as a man should.

He requested him, moreover, if he returned as a spirit, to bring good and not ill-fortune on us, since otherwise when he, Mavovo, became a spirit in his turn, he would have words to say to him on the matter.

In conclusion, he remarked that as his, Mavovo's Snake, had foretold this event at Durban, a fact with which the deceased would now be acquainted he, the said deceased, could never complain of not having received value for the shilling he had paid as a divining fee.
"Yes," exclaimed one of the hunters with a note of anxiety in his voice, "but your Snake mentioned six of us to you, O doctor!" "It did," replied Mavovo, drawing a pinch of snuff up his uninjured nostril, "and our brother there was the first of the six.