"Indaba-zimbi has speared him; the red assegai stands out behind his back." "Roll over, Macumazahn," Indaba-zimbi hissed in my ear, "roll over and pretend to die--quick! quick!" I lost no time in following these strange instructions, but falling on to my side, threw my arms wide, kicked my legs about, and died as artistically as I could.

Presently I gave a stage shiver and lay still.
"See!" said the Zulus, "he is dead, the Spirit is dead.

Look at the blood upon the assegai!" "Stand back! stand back!" cried Indaba-zimbi, "or the ghost will haunt you.

Yes, he is dead, and now I will call him back to life again.

Look!" and putting down his hand, he plucked the spear from wherever it was fixed, and held it aloft.