For there, on the crest of the hill, about ten spear-throws away, was a party of six armed men, people of my own tribe--children of my father Makedama--who still pursued us to take us or kill us.

They saw us--they raised a shout, and began to run.
We too sprang up and ran--ran like bucks, for fear had touched our feet.
Now the land lay thus.

Before us the ground was open and sloped down to the banks of the White Umfolozi, which twisted through the plain like a great and shining snake.

On the other side the ground rose again, and we did not know what was beyond, but we thought that in this direction lay the kraal of Chaka.

We ran for the river--where else were we to run?
And after us came the warriors.