His footsteps were evident enough.

Time upon time I trekked up to what had evidently been the sites of Kaffir kraals.

Now the kraals were ashes and piles of tumbled stones, and strewn about among the rank grass were the bones of hundreds of men, women, and children, all of whom had kissed the Zulu assegai.

I remember that in one of these desolate places I found the skull of a child in which a ground-lark had built its nest.

It was the twittering of the young birds inside that first called my attention to it.