But next morning it was gone, and I found that the natives, hearing of the event, had taken the corpse and thrown it to the vultures with every mark of hate.

Such, then, was the end of Hendrika.
A week after Hendrika's death I left Babyan Kraals.

The place was hateful to me now; it was a haunted place.

I sent for old Indaba-zimbi and told him that I was going.

He answered that it was well.