I know this only, that the Halakazi are no more a tribe since Umslopogaas, who is named Bulalio, stamped them with his feet--they are nothing but a name now.

The People of the Axe drove them out into the open and finished the fight by starlight among the cattle.
In one corner of the cave Umslopogaas saw a knot of men clustering round something as though to guard it.

He rushed at the men, and with him went Galazi and others.

But when Umslopogaas was through, by the light of his torch he perceived a tall and slender man, who leaned against the wall of the cave and held a shield before his face.
"You are a coward!" he cried, and smote with Groan-Maker.

The great axe pierced the hide, but, missing the head behind, rang loudly against the rock, and as it struck a sweet voice said:-- "Ah! soldier, do not kill me! Why are you angry with me ?" Now the shield had come away from its holder's hands upon the blade of the axe, and there was something in the notes of the voice that caused Umslopogaas to smite no more: it was as though a memory of childhood had come to him in a dream.