His eyes were small, and twinkled unceasingly like little stars, and his look was very wild, for now and again he grinned, showing his white teeth.
When I saw Umslopogaas, my father, my bowels melted within me, and I longed to run to him and throw myself upon his neck.

Yet I took council with myself and did not--nay, I dropped the corner of the kaross I wrote over my eyes, hiding my face lest he should know me.

Presently he stood before me, searching me out with his keen eyes, for I drew forward to greet him.
"Greeting, Mouth of Dingaan!" he said in a loud voice.

"You are a little man to be the mouth of so big a chief." "The mouth is a little member, even of the body of a great king, O Chief Bulalio, ruler of the People of the Axe, wizard of the wolves that are upon the Ghost Mountain, who aforetime was named Umslopogaas, son of Mopo, son of Makedama." Now when Umslopogaas heard these words he started like a child at a rustling in the dark and stared hard at me.
"You are well instructed," he said.
"The ears of the king are large, if his mouth be small, O Chief Bulalio," I answered, "and I, who am but the mouth, speak what the ears have heard." "How know you that I have dwelt with the wolves upon the Ghost Mountain, O Mouth ?" he asked.
"The eyes of the king see far, O Chief Bulalio.

Thus last night they saw a great chase and a merry.