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To me that seemed a very long five minutes, but, reflecting that it was

probably my last on earth, I tried to make the best of it in a fashion

that can be guessed. Strange to say, however, I found it impossible to

keep my mind fixed upon those matters with which it ought to have been

filled. My eyes and thoughts would roam. I looked at the ranks of the

veteran Amawombe, and noted that they were still and solemn as men about

to die should be, although they showed no sign of fear. Indeed, I

saw some of those near me passing their snuffboxes to each other. Two

grey-haired men also, who evidently were old friends, shook hands as

people do who are parting before a journey, while two others discussed

in a low voice the possibility of our wiping out most of the Usutu

before we were wiped out ourselves.

"It depends," said one of them, "whether they attack us regiment by

regiment or all together, as they will do if they are wise."

Then an officer bade them be silent, and conversation ceased. Maputa

passed through the ranks giving orders to the captains. From a distance

his withered old body, with a fighting shield held in front of it,

looked like that of a huge black ant carrying something in its mouth. He

came to where Scowl and I sat upon our horses.

"Ah! I see that you are ready, Macumazahn," he said in a cheerful voice.

"I told you that you should not go away hungry, did I not?"

"Maputa," I said in remonstrance, "what is the use of this? Umbelazi is

defeated, you are not of his impi, why send all these"--and I waved my

hand--"down into the darkness? Why not go to the river and try to save

the women and children?"

"Because we shall take many of those down into the darkness with us,

Macumazahn," and he pointed to the dense masses of the Usutu. "Yet," he

added, with a touch of compunction, "this is not your quarrel. You and

your servant have horses. Slip out, if you will, and gallop hard to the

lower drift. You may get away with your lives."

Then my white man's pride came to my aid.

"Nay," I answered, "I will not run while others stay to fight."

"I never thought you would, Macumazahn, who, I am sure, do not wish to

earn a new and ugly name. Well, neither will the Amawombe run to become

a mock among their people. The King's orders were that we should try to

help Umbelazi, if the battle went against him. We obey the King's orders

by dying where we stand. Macumazahn, do you think that you could hit

that big fellow who is shouting insults at us there? If so, I should be

obliged to you, as I dislike him very much," and he showed me a captain

who was swaggering about in front of the lines of the first of the Usutu

regiments, about six hundred yards away.