Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-08

G1O iloi C Chal b year lTOul Uuo U6G6 O1 Uu0 attack on the laager.
 The afternoon was now drawing to- wards evening, but still there were no signs of the 1mpi. A wild hope struck us that they might have gone on about their business. Ever since Inda aba-zimbi had heard that the regiment was sup posed to belong to the Umtetwa tribe, he had, l noticed, been plunged in deep thought. Presently he came to me and volunteered to go out and spy upon their movements At first Hans Botha was against this idea, saying that he was ''verdomde swartzel"-an accursed black creature and would betray us. I point cd out that there was nothing to betray. Tho Zulus must know where the wagons were, but it was important for us to gain information of their whereabouts. So it was agreed that Indaba-zimbi should go. I told him this. He nodded his white lock, said All right, Macumazahn," and started. l noticed with some surprise, however, that before he did so he went to the wagon and fetched his ''mouti," or medicine, which, together with his own magical apparatus, he always car ,ried in a skin bag. I asked him why he did this. He answered that 1t was to uldho ulluoc11 aR Cue spears of the Zulus. I did not in the least believe his explanation, for in my heart 1 was sure that he meant to take tho opportunity to make a bolt of 1t, leaving me to my fate. 1 did not, how ever, interfere to prevent this, for had an affection for the old fellow, and sin cerely hoped that he might escape the doom which ovcrshadowed us.
 So Indaba-zimbi sauntered of, and as l looked at his retreating form I thought I should never see it again. But was mistaken, and little knew that he was risking his life, not for tho Boers whom he hated ono and ali, but for mo whom in his queer way he loved.
 When he had gone we completed our preparations for defense, strengthening the wagons and the thorns beneath with earth and stones, Then at sunset we itto and drank as heartily es we could under the circumstances, and when we had done, Hans Botha, as the head of the party, offered up prayer to God for our preservation. It was 8 touching. sight to See the burly Dutchman, his hat of, his broad face lit up by the last rays uf tho setting sun, praying aloud in homely, simple language to Him who alonc could save us from the spears of a cruel foe. I remember that the last sentence of his prayer was: Almighty, if VIC must be killed, savc the women and children and my little girl Tota; from the accursed Zulus, and do not let Us ba tortured" echoed tho request very earnestly in, my own heart, that know, for in com mon with the others I was dreadfull1 afraid, and i t must be admitted not with out reason.
 Then the darkness came on, and we took up our appointed places each with; rife in his hands and peercd out into the gloom in silence. Occasionally ono Of the Boers would light his pipe with & brand from the smoldering fire, and the glow of it would shine for few mo- ments on his pale, anxious face.
 Behind mo one of the stout fraus lay upon the ground. Even the terror of our position could not keep her heavy eyes from their accustomed sleep, and sho snored loudly. On the further side of her, just by tho fire, lay little Tota, wrapped in {. kaross. Shc was asleep also, her thumb in her mouth, and from timo to time her father would come to look at her.
 So the hours wore on while we waited for the Zulus. But from my intimate knowledge of the habits of natives 1 had little fear that they would attack us at night, though, had they done so, they could have compassed our destruction with but small loss to themselves. It is not tho habit of this people, they like to fight in the light of day-at dawn for preference.
 About eleven o'clock, just as l was holding little at my post, I heard a low whistle outside the laager. Instant ly was wide awake, and all along the line heard tho clicking of looks as the Roera cooked their guns.
 "Macumazahn," said a voice, the voice of Indaba-zimbi, ''are you there?'
 ''Ies," l answered.
 Then hold light So that can sec how to climb into the laager," he said
 "Yah! yah! hold a light" put in one of tho Boers. II don't trust that black schepsel of yours, Heer Quatermain; he may have some of his countrymen with
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