In such peace and at such an hour may I also die! Yes, it is a sad story, but wander where we will about the world we can never go beyond the sound of the passing bell.

For me, as for my father before me, and for the millions who have been and who shall be, there is but one word of comfort.

"The Lord hath given, and the Lord hath taken away." Let us, then, bow our heads in hope, and add with a humble heart, "Blessed be the name of the Lord." I buried her by her father's side, and the weeping of the people who had loved her went up to heaven.

Even Indaba-zimbi wept, but I could weep no more.
On the second night from her burial I could not sleep.

I rose, dressed myself, and went out into the night.