The daylight came, and Chaka rose, saying, "Come, let us go forth, Mopo, and look on those who mourn with us." So we went out, and after us came men armed with clubs to do the bidding of the king.
Outside the kraal the people were gathered, and their number was countless as the leaves upon the trees.

On every side the land was black with them, as at times the veldt is black with game.

When they saw the king they ceased from their howling and sang the war-song, then once again they howled, and Chaka walked among them weeping.

Now, my father, the sight became dreadful, for, as the sun rose higher the day grew hot, and utter weariness came upon the people, who were packed together like herds of cattle, and, though oxen slain in sacrifice lay around, they might neither eat nor drink.

Some fell to the ground, and were trampled to death, others took too much snuff to make them weep, others stained their eyes with saliva, others walked to and fro, their tongues hanging from their jaws, while groans broke from their parched throats.
"Now, Mopo, we shall learn who are the wizards that have brought these ills upon us," said the king, "and who are the true-hearted men." As we spoke we cam upon a man, a chief of renown.