"The journey will be hard, but in about four days we shall come to the kraal of a white man, an Englishman, not a Boer.

His kraal is in a beautiful place, and there is a great peak behind it where there are many baboons." I looked at him.

"This is all nonsense, Indaba-zimbi," I said.

"Whoever heard of an Englishman building a house in these wilds, and how do you know anything about it?
I think that we had better strike east towards Port Natal." "As you like, Macumazahn," he answered, "but it will take us three months' journey to get to Port Natal, if we ever get there, and the child will die on the road.

Say, Macumazahn, have my words come true heretofore, or have they not?
Did I not tell you not to hunt the elephants on horseback?
Did I not tell you to take one waggon with you instead of two, as it is better to lose one than two ?" "You told me all these things," I answered.
"And so I tell you now to ride north, Macumazahn, for there you will find great happiness--yes, and great sorrow.