San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-08-11

waiting the signal, and the coming of
the regiment that it was time to do the
deed.
When Masilo had spoken Chaka sprang
up in fury. His eyes rolled, his face
worked, foam flew from his lips, for
such words as these had never offended
his ears since he was king.
For awhile he gasped shaking his
small spear, for at first he could not
speak. At length he found words:
THE dog" he hissed-"the dog, who
dares thus to spit in my face! Hearken
all! As with my last breath | command
that this Slaughterer be torn limb from
imb-he and all his tribe! And thou
thou darest to bring me this talk from a
skunk of the mountains And thou,
too, Mopo-thy name is named in it,
Well, of thee presently. Ho! Umxam-
anna, my servant, Stay me this slave of a
messenger. Swift! swiftw
Now, the old chief Umxamama sprang
up to do the kings bidding, but he was
feeble with age, and the end of it was
that Masilo, being mad with fear, killed
Umxamama, not Umxamama Masilo.
Then Inguazonca, brother of Unandi,
Mother of the Heavens, fell upon Masilo
and ended him, but was hurt himself in
so doing. Now | looked at Chaka, who
stood shaking the little red spear, and
thought swiftly, for the hour had come.
"Helpr' cried. Zone is Staying the
king"
AS spoke the reed fence burst asun-
der and through it plunged the princes
Umhlangana and Dingaan as bulls
plunge through brake.
Then / pointed to Chaka with my
withered hand, saying, Behold your
kingr
Now, from beneath the shelter of his
kaross each prince drew out short stab
bling spear and plunged it into the body
of Chaka the king. Umhlangana smote
him on the left shoulder, Dingaan struck
him in the right side. Chaka dropped
the little spear handled with the red
wood and looked around, and so royalty
that the princes, his brothers, grew
afraid and shrank away from him.
WlCo ITO 1OOhtu vi tdCuy IuCu lie
spoke, saying: "What! Do you slay me,
my brothers-dogs of mine own house.
whom have fed? Do you slay me-
thinking to possess the land and to rule
1t? tell you it shall not be for long
l hear a sound of running feet-the feet
of great white people. They shall
stamp you fiat, children of my father!
They shall rule the land that l have
won, and you and your people shall be
their slavesr'
Thus Chaka spoke while the blood ran
down him to the ground, and again he
looked on them royalty, like buck at
gaze.
make an end, o we who would be
kingsr' | cried. But their hearts had
turned to water and they could not.
Then l, Mopo, sprang forward and
picked from the ground that little as
segai handled with the royal wood-the
same assegai with which Chaka had
murdered Unandi his mother and
Moosa my son-and lifted it on high;
and while l lifted it, my father, once
more, as when was young, red veil
seemed to wave before my eyes.
Wherefore wouldst thou kill me,
Mopo" said the king.
For the sake of Baleka, my sister, to
whom | swore the deed, and of all my
kim" l cried, and plunged the spear
through him. He sank down upon the
tanned OK hide and lay there dying.
Once more he spoke, and once only, say
ing, Would now that | had hearkened
to the voice Of Nobela, who warned me
against thee, thou dog" Then he was
silent forever. But l knelt over him
and called in his ear the names of those
of my blood who had died at his hands
the name of Makedama my father, of
my mother, of Anadi my wife, of Moosa
my son, and all my other wives and
children, and of Baleka my sister. His
eyes were open, and l think that he saw
and understood. At the least, he turned
his head aside, shut his eyes and groaned.
Presently he was dead.
Thus, then, my father, did Chaka the
king, the greatest man who ever lived
in Zululand, and the most evil, pass by
my hand to those kraals of the lnkosa-
zana where no sleep is. In blood he
died as he had lived in blood. But it is
lie to say, as some do, that he died a
coward, praying for mercy. Chaka died
as he had lived, brave man.
Now he was dead and the regiment of
the Bees drew near, nor could l know
how they would take this matter, for,
though the Prince Umhlangana was
their general, yet all the soldiers loved
the king because he had no equal in bat
tie, and when he gave he gave with an
open hand. looked around; the princes
stood like men amazed; the girl had fed;