Three months afterwards I heard that the whole community had been wiped out by an Impi of raiding Pondos.
When I was at length ready to start upon my expedition, I went to old Indaba-zimbi to say good-bye to him, and was rather surprised to find him engaged in rolling up medicine, assegais, and other sundries in his blankets.
"Good-bye, Indaba-zimbi," I said, "I am going to trek north." "Yes, Macumazahn," he answered, with his head on one side; "and so am I--I want to see that country.

We will go together." "Will we!" I said; "wait till you are asked, you old humbug." "You had better ask me, then, Macumazahn, for if you don't you will never come back alive.

Now that the old chief (my father) is gone to where the storms come from," and he nodded to the sky, "I feel myself getting into bad habits again.

So last night I just threw up the bones and worked out about your journey, and I can tell you this, that if you don't take me you will die, and, what is more, you will lose one who is dearer to you than life in a strange fashion.

So just because you gave me that hint a couple of years ago, I made up my mind to come with you." "Don't talk stuff to me," I said.
"Ah, very well, Macumazahn, very well; but what happened to my own people six months ago, and what did I tell the messengers would happen?
They drove me away, and they are gone.