In the centre was an edifice constructed like an ordinary Zulu hut--that is to say, in the shape of a beehive, only it was five times the size of any hut I ever saw, and built of blocks of hewn white marble, fitted together with extraordinary knowledge of the principles and properties of arch building, and with so much accuracy and finish that it was often difficult to find the joints of the massive blocks.

From this centre hut ran three covered passages, leading to other buildings of an exactly similar character, only smaller, and each whole block was enclosed by a marble wall about four feet in height.
Of course we were as yet too far off to see all these details, but the general outline I saw at once, and it astonished me considerably.

Even old Indaba-zimbi, whom the Baboon-woman had been unable to move, deigned to show wonder.
"Ou!" he said; "this is a place of marvels.

Who ever saw kraals built of white stone ?" Stella watched our faces with an expression of intense amusement, but said nothing.
"Did your father build those kraals ?" I gasped, at length.
"My father! no, of course not," she answered.

"How would it have been possible for one white man to do so, or to have made this road?
He found them as you see." "Who built them, then ?" I said again.
"I do not know.