Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-01-25

j turned SICK with Icar ana rage. out
atasi what could dos They were all
dead now, and probably my own turn
was coming, only my death would not
be 20 swift.
The fight was ended, and the two
lines on the slope broke their order, and
moved down to the laager. Presently
: we were there, and a dreadful sight Il
was. Many Of the attacking Zulus were
dead-quite fifty, should say--and at
least hundred and fifty were wounded,
some Of them mertally. The chief, Su.
stisa, gave an order, the dead men were
picked up and piled In heap, while
those who were slightly hurt walked of
TO get some one TO tic up their wounds.
But the more serious cases met with
different treatment. The chief or one
Of his indunas considered each case, and
IL it was In any way bad, the man was
taken up and thrown into the rivea
which ran near. None OF them offered
any objection, though one poor fellow
swan to shore again. He did not stop
there long, however, for they pushed
him back and drowned him by force.
The strangest case of all was that OF
the chiefs own brother. He had been
captain Of tho line, and his ankle was
smashed by bullet. Sususa came up 10
him, and having examined the wound
rated him soundly for failing in the first
onslaught.
The poor fellow made the excuse that
It was not his fault, as the Beers had hit
him in the first rush. His brother ad
{ mitted the truth of this and talked to
him amicably.
. ''Well," he said at length, offering
him pinch of snuff, "you cannot walk
A aNo, chief" said tho, wounded V man,
looking at his ankle.
"And tomorrow we must walk far
went on Sususa.
fYes, chief"
~Say, then, will you sit here on the
veldt, or"-and he nodded towards the
river.
The man dropped his head ON hil
breast for minute as though in thought.
Presently he lifted it and looked Sususa
straight in the face.
''My ankle pains me, my brother" he
for there is the only kraal wish to see,
even IL creep about it like a snake"
ut is we'll, my brother" said the chief.
crest softly" and having shaken hands
with him, he gave an order to one of the
indunas, and turned away.
Then men came, and, supporting the
wounded man, helped him down to the
banks Of the stream. Here, at his re-
quest, they tied heavy stone round his
nedk, and then threw him into deep
pool. / saw the whole sad Gene, and
the victim never even WINGED. 1t was
impossiblesnot to admire the courage Of
the man, or to avoid being struck with
the lcold.blooded cruelty Of his brother,
the. chief. And yet the act was neces-
sary from his point of view. The man
must either die swiftly or be left to per-
ish of starvation, for no Zulu force will
cucumber itself with wounded men.
Years of merciless warfare had Yso har-
dened these people that they looked on
death as nothing, and were, to do them
Justice, al willing to meet 1t themselves
rs to inflict it on others. When this very
impi had been sent by the Zulu King
Dingaan, it consisted Of some nine thou
sand men. Now 1t numbered about
| three; oil the rest were dead. They, too,
would probably soon be dead. What
did it matter? They lived by war, to die
in blood. II was their natural end. xiii
till you are killed" That is the mottu of
the Zulu soldier. 1t has the merit OF
simplicity. 'itiill t FIJI II
Meanwhile the warriors were looting
tho wagons, including my own, having
| first thrown all tho dead Boers into a
heap. Hooked at the heap; all Of them
were there, including the two stout fraus,
poor things. But missed one body,
that of the Hans Botha's daughter, little
Tota. A wild hope came into my heart
that she might have escaped; but no, il
was not possible. ! could only pray that
she was already at rest.
Just then the great Zulu, Bombyane,
who had left my side to indulge in the
congenial occupation of looting, came
out of wagon crying that he had got
the ''little white one" looked; he was
carrying the child Tota, gripping her
frock in one of his huge black hands.
He stalked up to where we were, and
held the child before the chief. sis il
dead, father?' he said.
Now, as could well see, the child was
not dead, but had been hidden away, and
tainted with fear.
The chief glanced at it carelessly, and
said:
"Find out with your kerrie."
Acting on this hint the black devil
held up the child, and was about to kill
it with his knobstick. This was more
than could bear. sprang at him and
struck him with all my force in the face
little caring if was speared or not. He
dropped Tota on the ground.
"Oh!' he said, putting his hand to his
nose, "the white spirit has hard fist
Come, spirit, ! will fight you for the
child"
The soldiers cheered and laughed
"Yes! yes!" they said, "let Bombyant
fight the white spirit for the child. Le
them fight with assegais."
For moment / hesitated. What
chance had i against this black giant
But l had promised poor Hans to saw,
the child if could, and what did it mat
ter? As well die now as later. How
ever, had wit enough left to make {
favor Of it, and intimated to the chic
through Indaba-zimbi that / was quit,
willing to condescend to kill Bombyane
on condition that if i did so the child
life should be given to me. Indaba-zimb
interpreted my words, but noticed tina
he would not look on me as he spoke
but covered his face with his hands anC
spoke of me as "the ghost" or the ''sol
of the spirit" For some reason that
have never quito understood, the chic
consented to the duel. fancy it wa
because he believed me to be more thai
mortal and was anxious to see the las