At times, also, I caught glimpses of some grey wolf as he slunk from tree to tree watching me, and always high above my head the wind sighed in the great boughs with a sound like the sighing of women.
"Still, I went on, singing to myself as I went, that my heart might not be faint with fear, and at length, towards the end of the second hour, the trees grew fewer, the ground sloped upwards, and the light poured down from the heavens again.

But, stranger, you are weary, and the night wears on; sleep now, and to-morrow I will end the tale.

Say, first, how are you named ?" "I am named Umslopogaas, son of Mopo," he answered, "and my tale shall be told when yours is done; let us sleep!" Now when Galazi heard this name he started and was troubled, but said nothing.

So they laid them down to sleep, and Galazi wrapped Umslopogaas with the skins of bucks.
But Galazi the Wolf was so hardy that he lay on the bare ground and had no covering.

So they slept, and without the door of the cave the wolves howled, scenting the blood of men..