But no man should run away from happiness because of the sorrow.

As you will, as you will!" Again I looked at him.

In his divinations I did not believe, yet I came to the conclusion that he was speaking what he knew to be the truth.

It struck me as possible that he might have heard of some white man living like a hermit in the wilds, but preferring to keep up his prophetic character would not say so.
"Very well, Indaba-zimbi," I said, "let us ride north." Shortly after we started, the river we had followed hitherto turned off in a westerly direction, so we left it.

All that day we rode across rolling uplands, and about an hour before sunset halted at a little stream which ran down from a range of hills in front of us.