Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-10
THE STRANGE STORY
 or Allan Quatermain'S Wife
BY H. RIDER EAGGAED,

moved dowe to the laager. Presently we were there, and dreadful sight it was. Many of the attacking Zulus were dead-quite fifty I should say, and at least hundred and fifty were wounded, some of them mortally. The chief Sususa gave an order, tho 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 a different treatment. The chief or one of his indunas consid- cred each case, and if it was in any way bad tho man was taken up and thrown into the river which ran near. None of them offered any objection, though one poor fellow wam to shore again. He did not stop there long, however, for they pushed hi m back and drowned him by force.
 Tho strangest case of all was that of the oh ief's own brother. He had been captain of the line, and his ankle was smashed by a 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 1t was not his fault, as the Boers had hit him in the first rush. His brother admitted the truth of this, and talked to him amicably.
 Well" he said, at length, offering him pinch of snuff, ''you can not walk again.
 No, chief" said the wounded man, looking at his ankle.
 went on Sususa.
 "Yes, chief"
 "Say, 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; 'I think I will go back to Zulu land, for there Is the only kra wish to see, even if I creep about . like 9 snake"
 Ut is well, my brother" said tho chief. "Rest softly" and having shaken hands with him, he gave an order to one Of the induna, and turned away Then, mon came, and, supporting tho wounded man, helped him down to the banks of the stream. Here at his re- ! y his neck, and then threw him into tho deep pool. I saw the whole sad sceno, and the victim never winced. It 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 inflict it on others. When this very Impi had been sent by the Zulu King Dingaan, 1t 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 to die in blood. It was their natural end. kill till you are killed" That 1 is the motto of the Zulu soldier. It has the merit of simplicity.
 Meanwhile the warriors were footing the wagons. including my own, having first thrown all the dead Boers into heap. l 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. I 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 footing, came out of a wagon crying that he had got the 'little white one." I looked. He was carrying tho child Tota. gripping her frock in one of his huge black hands