This time I was a black man living in something not unlike a Kaffir kraal on the top of a hill.
There was shouting below and enemies attacked us; a woman rushed out of a hut and gave me a spear and a shield, the latter made of wood with white spots on it, and pointed to the path of duty which ran down the hill.

I followed in company with others, though without enthusiasm, and presently met a roaring giant of a man at the bottom.

I stuck my spear into him and he stuck his into me, through the stomach, which hurt me most abominably.

After this I retired up the hill where the woman pulled the spear out and gave it to another man.

I remember no more.
Then followed a whole maze of visions, but really I cannot disentangle them.