The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-02-15

moved a own to the laager. 'resentl
we were there, and g dreadful sight 1t
!. was. Many Of the attack ling Zulus y were
/ dead quite fifty I should say, and Ct
least hundred and fifty were wounded,
some Of them mortally. The Chief
Sususa gave an order, the dead men
were picked up and piled in heap,
while those who were slightly hurt
walked off to get some one to tie up
their wounds. But the more serious
cases met with different treatment.
The chief or one Of his indunas consid-
cred each case, and If it was in any way
! bad the man was taken up and thrown
into the river which ran near. None OF
them offered any objection, though one
Door fellow wan to shore again. he did
not stop there long, however, for they
pushed hi M back and drowned him by
force.
The strangest case of all was that OF
the Oh ief,e own brother. He had been
captain of the line, and his ankle was
smashed by bullet. Sususa came up
to him, and having examined the
wound rated him soundly for falling 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
admitted the truth of this, and talked
to him amicably. Z,
s.Well,'' he said, at length, Offering
him pinch Of snuff, ssyou can not walk
again"
mo, Chief" said the wounded man,
looking at his ankle.
sAnd tomorrow we must walk far,
went on Sususa.
eyes, chief"
stsay, then, will you sit there on the
veldt, Or" and he nodded toward the
river.
The man dropped his head on his
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
said; ST think I will go back to Zulu
land, for there is the only kraal wish
to see, even if creep about it like a
| snake"
sit is we'll, my BROTHER" said the
chief. "Rest SOFTLY" and having shaken
hands with him, he gave an order to
one of the induna, and turned away.
Then, men came, and, supporting the
wounded man, helped him down to the
banks of tkx xyream. Here, at his re-
quest, they tied a heavy stone around
his neck, and then threw him into the
deep pool. I saw the whole sad scene,
and the victim never WINGED. 1t was
impossible not to admire the extraordi-
nary courage of the man, or to avoid be-
Ing struck with the cold-blooded cruelty
Of his brother, the chief. And yet the act
was necessary from his point of view.
The man must either die swiftly or be
| left to perish of starvation, for no Zulu
force will cucumber itself with wounded
men. Years of merciless warfare had so
hardened these people that they looked
on death as nothing, and were, to do
them justice, as willing to meet it them
selves as to ilfict it on others. When
this very Impi had been sent by the
Zulu King Dingaan, it consisted OF some
nine Thousand men. Now it numbered
about three, all the rest were dead.
They, too, would probably soon be dead.
What did it matter? They lived by war
10 ul0 Ill U1OOu. 1O WdS Guo4E A11uIo d.
, end. stKl1l till you are killed" That
is the motto of the Zulu soldier. 1t has
the merit Of simplicity.
Meanwhile the warriors were looting
the wagons, including my own, having
first thrown all the dead Beers into
heap. I looked at the heap; all of them
were there, including the two stout
fraus, poor things. But I missed one
body, that of Hans Botha's daugh-
ter, little Tota. A wild hope came into
my heart that she might have escaped,
but no, it was not possible. could only
pray thatshe 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 sslittle white one." I looked. He
was carrying the child Tota, gripping
her frock in one of his huge black hands.