Years of merciless warfare had so hardened these people that they looked on death as nothing, and were, to do them justice, as willing to meet it themselves as to inflict it on others.
When this very Impi had been sent out by the Zulu King Dingaan, it consisted of some nine thousand men.

Now it numbered less than three; all the rest were dead.

They, too, would probably soon be dead.

What did it matter?
They lived by war to die in blood.

It was their natural end.
"Kill till you are killed." That is the motto of the Zulu soldier.