Oh! that white medicine-man who is dead has sent us on a mad errand." "So you will think when I come to visit you among your koppies.
Go home and take a message from Macumazahn to Sekukuni, who believes that the English have run away from him.

Tell him that they will return again and these Swazis with them, and that then he will cease to live and his town will be burnt and his tribe will no more be a tribe.

Away now, more swiftly than you came, since the water by which you thought to trap us is falling, and a Swazi impi gathers to make an end of every one of you." The man attempted no answer, nor did his people so much as fire on us.

They turned tail and crept off like a pack of frightened jackals--pursued by the mocking of the Swazis.
Still in a way they had the laugh of us, seeing that they gave us a terrible fright and stole our wagon and thirty-two oxen.

Well, a year or two later I helped to pay them back for that fright and even recovered some of the oxen.
When they had gone the Swazis led us to a kraal about two miles from the river, sending on a runner with orders to make huts and food ready for us.