The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-04-02
him back and drowned him by force.

Inc SCfanSeSC case OF all was CnaG o.
the chiefs own brother. He had beer
captain of the line, and his ankle was
smashed by bullet. Sususa came up tx
him, and having examined the wound
rated him soundly for failing in the first
onslaught.
The poor fellow made the excuse thai
it was not his fault, as the Beers had hi
him in the first rush. His brother ad
mitted the truth of this and talked t.
him amicably.
"Well," he said at length, offeriSe
him pinch of snuff, "you cannot walk
again
mo, chief" said the wounded man
looking at his ankle.
"And tomorrow we must walk far,
went on Sususa.
Eyes, chief
"Say. then, will you sit here on the
veldt, or''-and he nodded towards the
river.
The man dropped his head on his
breast for a minute as though in thought
Presently he lifted it and looked Sususa
straight in the face.
''My ankle pains me, my brother" he
said; Il think I Twill go back to Zululand
for there is the only kraal l wish to see,
even if creep about it like snake"
sit is well, my brother" said the chief
"Rest 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 a heavy stone round his
neck, and then threw him into a deep
pool. | saw the whole sad scene, and
the victim never even WINGED. 1t was
impossible not to admire the courage of
the man, or to avoid being struck with
the cold-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 so har-
dened these people that they looked on
death as nothing, and were, to do them
justice, as willing to meet it themselves
as to infict it on Others When this very
impi had been sent by the Zulu King
Dingaan. it consisted Of some nine thou
sand men. Now it numbered about
three: all the rest were dead. They, too,
would probably soon be dead What
lid it matter? They lived by war. to die
n blood. 1t was their natural end. Kill
till you are killed" That is the motto of
the Zulu soldier. 1t has the merit OF
simplicity.
Meanwhile the warriors were looting
the wagon including my own, having
first thrown ali the dead Beers into Il
heap. looked at the heap; all of them
were there, including the two stout fraus,
poor things. But l 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, it
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 it
dead, father" he said.
Now, as / could we'll see, the child was
not dead, but had been hidden away, and
with foor