Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-11

beenl It seemed like nightmare to look back upon. And yet it was sober fact, one among those many tragedies which dotted the path of the emigrant Boers with the bones of men, women and children. These horrors are almost for gotten now; people living in Natal, for instance, can scarcely realize that some forty years ago six hundred white peo- pie, many of them women and chill dren, were thus massacred by the Impis of Dingaan. But it was SO, and tho name of the district, Weenen, or the Place of Weeping, will commemorate them forever.
 Then fell to refecting on the extra ordinary adroitness old Indaba-zimbi had shown in saving my life. It ap- peared that he himself had lived among the Umtetwa Zulus in his earlier man. hood, and was noted rain-doctor and witch-fnder. But when TChaka, Din gaan's brother, ordered 6 general massacre of the witch-fnders, he had fled south and so saved his life. When he heard, therefore, that the regiment was an Umtetwa regiment, which, leav- ing their wives and children, had broken away from Zululand to escape the cruel ties of Dingaan, he, under pretense of spying on them, took the bold course of go- ing straight up to tho thief, Sususa, and addressing him as his brother, which he was. The chief knew him at once, and so did the soldiers, for his fame was still great among them. Then he told him his cock-and-bull story about my being white spirit, whose presence in the laager would render it invincible, and with the object of saving my life in the slaughter which he knew must ensue agreed to charm me out of the laager and deliver me into their keeping. How the plan worked has already been told; it was risky one; still, but for it my troubles would havo been done with these many days.
 So I lay and thought with heart full of gratitude, and as I did so saw old 1ndaba-zimbi sitting by the fire and go- | ing through some mysterious perform ance with bones, which he produced from his bag, and ashes mixed with water. spoke to him and asked Him was tracing out the route that we should follow. I felt inclined to answer 'sbosh," but remembering the very remarkable instances which he had given of his prowess in occult matters. I held my tongue. and taking little Tota into my arms, worn out with toll and danger and emotion, went to sleep.
 woke just as the dawn was begin ming to flame across the sky in sheets of primrose and of gold, or rather it was little Tota who woke me by kissing mo as she lay between sleep and waking, and calling me ''papa." It wrung my heart to hear her. got up. washed and dressed the child as best could, and then we breakfasted as we had supped, on biltong and biscuit. Tota asked for milk, but I had none to give her. Then we caught the horses, and saddled mine.
 "Well, Indaba-zimbi," I said, ''now what path do your bones point to?" Straight north," he said. 'sThe jour- ney will be hard, but in four days we shall come to the kraal of a white man, an Englishman, not Q Boer. His kraal is in beautiful place, and there Is a great peak behind it where there are many baboons."
 I looked at him. ''This is all non- sense, Indaba-zimbi," said "Whoever heard of an Englishman building a house in these wilds, and how do you know any thing about it? I think that we had better strike east towards Port Natal"
 "As you like, Macumazahn," he an- swered "but 1t will take us three months journey to get to Port Natal, if we ever get there, and tho child will die on tho road. Say, Macumazahn, have my words come true. heretofore, or have they not? Did not tell you not