"Yes," he answered; "but the Kukuana people can only be kept cool by letting their blood flow sometimes.

Many are killed, indeed, but the women are left, and others must soon grow up to take the places of the fallen.

After this the land would be quiet for a while." Afterwards, in the course of the morning, we had a short visit from Ignosi, on whose brows the royal diadem was now bound.

As I contemplated him advancing with kingly dignity, an obsequious guard following his steps, I could not help recalling to my mind the tall Zulu who had presented himself to us at Durban some few months back, asking to be taken into our service, and reflecting on the strange revolutions of the wheel of fortune.
"Hail, O king!" I said, rising.
"Yes, Macumazahn.

King at last, by the might of your three right hands," was the ready answer.
All was, he said, going well; and he hoped to arrange a great feast in two weeks' time in order to show himself to the people.
I asked him what he had settled to do with Gagool.
"She is the evil genius of the land," he answered, "and I shall kill her, and all the witch doctors with her! She has lived so long that none can remember when she was not very old, and she it is who has always trained the witch-hunters, and made the land wicked in the sight of the heavens above." "Yet she knows much," I replied; "it is easier to destroy knowledge, Ignosi, than to gather it." "That is so," he said thoughtfully.