Now I examined the shields, and knew from their colour that they had been carried in the hands of those soldiers who, years ago, were sent out by Chaka to seek for Umslopogaas, but who had returned no more.
"Now," I said, "it has fared ill with those soldiers of the Black One who is gone, for I think that these are the shields they bore, and that their eyes once looked upon the world through the holes in yonder skulls." "These are the shields they bore, and those are the skulls they wore," answered one.

"See, Mopo, son of Makedama, this is no man's work that has brought them to their death.

Men do not break the bones of their foes in pieces as these bones are broken.

Wow! men do not break them, but wolves do, and last night we saw wolves a-hunting; nor did they hunt alone, Mopo.

Wow! this is a haunted land!" Then we went on in silence, and all the way the stone face of the Witch who sits aloft forever stared down on us from the mountain top.