Ride on, Macumazahn; to-night when we off-saddle I will look into the matter." So all that long afternoon we rode on, following the course of the river.

From the nature of the ground we could only go slowly, but before sunset I had the satisfaction of knowing that there must be at least twenty-five miles between us and those accursed Zulus.

Little Tota slept most of the way, the motion of the horse was easy, and she was worn out.
At last the sunset came, and we off-saddled in a dell by the river.
There was not much to eat, but I soaked some biscuit in water for Tota, and Indaba-zimbi and I made a scanty meal of biltong.

When we had done I took off Tota's frock, wrapped her up in a blanket near the fire we had made, and lit a pipe.

I sat there by the side of the sleeping orphaned child, and from my heart thanked Providence for saving her life and mine from the slaughter of that day.