San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-07-19

called him. Lis wife-ne nad but one
came to the door and said he was sick.
Ill or well, he must come, or better still
we go in 70 him. We crawled IN through
the KafIir doorway.
After becoming used to the light we
saw Amaklos stretched on a pile of
karosses little raised above the always
clean floor of the Kaffir hut.
1t was evident he was mortally
wounded, and perhaps dying. A gourd
Of water was by his side, and he had
been bathing his wound in the hope of
curing it; his face was still white and his
anatomy still emphasized with the, lime
clay smeared along each prominent bone
to make him appear skeleton. Many
balls had penetrated his body, and it
was only question of minutes before
the man would die.
'Amaklos,' you are going to die"
81 think so too, baas, replied the herd,
''your balls nave gone far in. l went.
once too often, but l wanted another
wife, and now shall have none"
Tell us all about it, Amaklos, and
I'll care for your wife and childr'
This is it, baas. You see l and the.
old Baas Hitges were acquainted from
my boyhood, for my father was his herd
before me. All things went well until
so many young fellows came to get the
young frau without giving cows. The
old baas would rather die than let his
daughter leave the place, so he got me
to help him, and we began to scare the
wife hunters. We always chose dark
nights, and taking advantage of the bad
name attached to Jacks Flat, we man
aged in a Thousand ways to brighten all
but you. Dressed as you saw us, in
skins and heads, we risked our lives to
clear the field. But you stuck and the
old baas did not want any more soaring
after you agreed to stay at the farm.
"One of the first frightened crowd
dropped his double rifle and was too
scared to stop and pick it up. l got it,
and sending it into my tribe of Anna
kosas for sale or to exchange for, cows
to buy wife with, my chief, Ureh,
having for witchcraft just eaten up
man, sent me one of that mans daugh-
tiers for my gun. This grand success
and fortune set me on the hunt to get
more, and tried my hand alone on the
visitors at your wedding. l obtained
few women's traps, but never again a
great haul to get another wife.
lone night the old baas came in a
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out-for was at the fork and sitting ON
the grave-he came there to me threat
ening to shoot me, to have me logged
by the provost. |, a Kaffir! He seized
me, but | held his gun, and while he
struggled to kill me | tried to defend
myself, and in one real strife (which we
had so often mimicked) held his gun
so long and so pressed against his throat
that at last | found he weakened and
was dead.
Il did not trouble myself much about
this, as / looked upon it as unintention-
al, but still went on trying to get plum
der to buy another wife, when / intend
ed to leave off. But last night l went
once too often. Are you certain ! shall
die, baas%
"Yes; you are dying now, Amaklos;
but tell me, what did you stick on my
horses head when passed in the cart"
'Oh," replied he, "only the white owl
skin, with the points of the wings tied
together. 1t takes but little to brighten
people who are already half scared by q
rabid fancy But baas-I can't talk
am going-take my wife and child
and, baas-shake -goodby"-
Here he fell back, and with this sud
den notice the man was dead.
From the inquest, during which All
things came out, until this time, nothing
extraordinary has been seen at the fork.
though by far the largest portion of the
travellers who pass are still little chary
of this spot.-St Louis Republic.
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