'There are no ghosts there.

The ghosts live only in their cowardly hearts; there are but wolves.

I know that the bones of my son lie in the cave, for I have seen them in a dream; but, alas! my old limbs are too weak to carry me up the mountain path, and all these are cowards; there is no man among them since the Zulus killed my husband, covering him with wounds!' "Now, I listened, answering nothing; but when all had done, I asked to see the club which should be given to him who dared to face the Amatongo, the spirits who lived in the forest upon the Ghost Mountain.
Then the old woman rose, and creeping on her hands went into the hut.
Presently she returned again, dragging the great club after her.
"Look at it, stranger! look at it! Was there ever such a club ?" And Galazi held it up before the eyes of Umslopogaas.
In truth, my father, that was a club, for I, Mopo, saw it in after days.
It was great and knotty, black as iron that had been smoked in the fire, and shod with metal that was worn smooth with smiting.
"I looked at it," went on Galazi, "and I tell you, stranger, a great desire came into my heart to possess it.
"'How is this club named ?' I asked of the old woman.
"'It is named Watcher of the Fords,' she answered, 'and it has not watched in vain.

Five men have held that club in war and a hundred-and-seventy-three have given up their lives beneath its strokes.
He who held it last slew twenty before he was slain himself, for this fortune goes with the club--that he who owns it shall die holding it, but in a noble fashion.

There is but one other weapon to match with it in Zululand, and that is the great axe of Jikiza, the chief of the People of the Axe, who dwells in the kraal yonder; the ancient horn-hafted Imbubuzi, the Groan-Maker, that brings victory.