Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-10

the piles of dead; round us was rank upon rank of plumed savages, standing in silence to wait the issue of the duel, and in the center stood the gray-haired chief and general, Sususa, in all his war finery, cloak of leopard skin upon his shoulders. At his feet lay tho :r,:>,.:- less form of little Tota, to my lei; squatted Indaba-zimbi; holding his white lock and muttering somethlc:c- probably spells; while in front was my giant antagonist, hie spear aloft ana his plumes bending in tho gentle breeze Then over all, over grassy slope, river and koppie, over the wago!.s of the laager, the piles of dead, tho dense ranks of tho living. tho swooning child, ever all shone the bright, impartial sun. looking down like the great indifferent eye of heaven upon the loveliness of nature and the cruelty of man. Down by the river grew tborn-trees. and from them foated the sweet scent of the mimosa flower, and came the sound of cooing turtle doves. I never smell the one or hear the other without the scene flashing into my mind again, complete in it's every detail.
 Suddenly, without sound, Bombyane shook his assegai and rushed straight at me. l saw his huge form come. Like man in dream, I saw the broad spear flash on high; now he was on me. Then, prompted to it by some providential i'm pulse, l dropped to my knee, and, quick as light stretched out my spear. He drove at me-the blade passed over my head. felt weight on my assegai. It was wrenched from my hand; his great limbs knocked against me. I glanced round. Bombyane was staggering along with head thrown back and out stretched arms, from which his spear had fallen. His spear had fallen, but the blade of mine stood out between his shoulders-I had transfxed him. He stopped, swung round slowly as though to look at me, then with a sigh the giant sank down-deGd
 For moment there was silence; then great cry rose-a cry of "Bombyane is dead. The white spirit has slain Bom- byane. Kill the wizard, kill the ghost who has slain Bombyane by witch craft"
 Instantly l was surrounded by fierce faces. and spears flashed before my eyes, l folded my arms and stood calroly wait ing the end. In momentit would have come, for tho warriors were mad at see. ing their champion overthrown thus easily. But presently through the tu mutt heard the high, cracked voice oi 1ndaba- -zimbi.
 Stand back, you fools, it cried; "can spirit then be killed?"
 Spear him! spear him" they roared in fury. 'Let us see if he is a spirit How did spirit slay Bombyane with an assegai? Spear him, rain-maker, and we shall see.'
 Stand back" cried Indaba-zimbi again, ''and will show you if he can be killed. will kill him myself, and call him back to life again before your eyes. Macumazahn, trust me-" he whispered in my ear in the Sisutu tongue, which the Zulus did not understand. "Trust ne; kneel ,on the grass before me, and when l strike at you with the spear roll over like one dead; then, when you hear my voice again, get up. Trust me-itis your only hope"
 Having no choice nodded my head in assent, though I had not the faintest idea of what he was about to do. The tumut lessened somewhat, and once more tho warriors drcw back,
 Great white spirit-spirit of victory ,. said Indaba-zimbi, addressing me aloud and covering his eyes with his hand, ''hear me and forgive me. These ohil-
 To be contlnue.,