Still, remember, Inkoos, that Dingaan has saved your life, snatching you unburned out of a very great fire, perhaps because you are of a different sort of wood, which he thinks it a pity to burn.
Now, if you are ready, let us go." "I am ready," I answered.
At the gate I met Naya, who said: "You never thought to say good-bye to me, White Man, although I have tended you well.

Ah! what else could I expect?
Still, I hope that if I should have to fly from this land for _my_ life, as may chance, you will do for me what I have done for you." "That I will," I answered, shaking her by the hand; and, as it happened, in after years I did.
Kambula led me, not through the kraal Umgungundhlovu, but round it.
Our road lay immediately past the death mount, Hloma Amabutu, where the vultures were still gathered in great numbers.

Indeed, it was actually my lot to walk over the new-picked bones of some of my companions who had been despatched at the foot of the hill.

One of these skeletons I recognised by his clothes to be that of Samuel Esterhuizen, a very good fellow, at whose side I had slept during all our march.

His empty eye-sockets seemed to stare at me reproachfully, as though they asked me why I remained alive when he and all his brethren were dead.