Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-01-26

on, leaving his path to Fate. In five
minutes he was over ridge and there
was nothing of the battle to be seen, in
ten all sounds Of it had died away, for
few guns were fired in the dread race
to FugitiveS Drift, and the assegai
makes no noise. In some strange fash
ion, even at that moment, the contrast
between the dreadful scene of blood
and turmoil that he had left and the
peaceful face OF Nature over which he
was passing came home to his brain Wv
idly. Here birds sang and cattle
grazed; here the sun shone undimmed
by the smoke of guns. Only high up
in the blue and silent air long streams
Of vutures could be seen winging their
way to the plain of Isandhlwana.
The ground was very rough and Had
den's horse began to tire He looked
over his shoulder; there some two hun
dred yards behind, came the Zulu,
grim as Death, answering as Fate.
He examined the pistol in his belt;
there was but one cartridge left; all the
rest had been fired and the pouch was
empty. Well, one bullet should be
enough for one savage: the question
was, should he stop and use it now?
No, he might miss or fail TO kill the
man; he was on horseback and his foe
on foot; surely he could tire him out.
A while passed and they dashed
through little stream. 1t seemed IA
miliar to Hadden. Yes, that was the
pool where he used TO battle when he
was the guest OF Umgona, the father of
Nanea, and there on the knoll to his
right were the huts, or rather the re-
mains of them, for they had been burnt
with fire. What chance had brought
him to this place, he wondered; then
again looked behind him at Nahoon,
who seemed to read his thoughts, for he
shook his spear and pointed to the ru-
ined kraal.
On he went at speed, for here the land
was level, and to his JOY he lost sight of
his pursuer. But presently there came
a mile of rocky ground, and when it
was past, glancing back, he saw that
Nahoon was once more in his old place.
His horses strength was almost spent,
but Hadden spurred it forward blindly,
whittier he knew not. Now he was
travelling along a strip of turf, and
ahead OF him he heard the music Of a
river, while to his left was high bank.
Presently the turf belt bent inward,
and there, not twenty yards away from
him. was a Kaffir hut standing on the
brink of river. He looked at it, yes,
it was the hut of the cursed inyanga,
the Bee, and, standing by the fence it
was none other than the Bee herself.
At the sight of her the exhausted horse
swerved violently. stumbled, and came
to the ground where it lay painting.
Hadden was thrown from the saddle,
but sprang to his feet unhurt.
"Ah Black Heart, is it you? What
news of the battle, Black Heart? cried
the Bee in a hooking voice
Help me mother, l am pursued" he
gasped.
What of it, Black Heart, it is but by
one tired man. Stand then and face
him, for now Black Heart and White
Heart are together again. You will
not? Then away to the forest and seek
shelter among the dead who await you
there. Tell me, tell me, was it the face
of Nanea that I saw beneath the waters
a while ago? Then bear my greetings
~ ucl Nucu !Ou lNO met III llt IlOuoc
of the Dead"
Hadden looked at the stream; it was
in flood and he could not swim it, so,
followed by the evil laugh of the
prophecies, he sped toward the forest
After him came NahoOn. his tongue
hanging from his jaws like the tongue
OF a wolf.
Now he was in the shadow Of it, but
still he sped on, following the course of
the river, till at length his breath fail
ed and he halted on the further side of
a little glade, beyond which a great tree
grew. Nahoon was more than a spears
throw behind him; therefore he had
time to draw his pistol and make
ready.
Halt, Nahoon, he cried, as once be-
fore he had cried. Il would speak with
you"
The Zulu heard his voice and
obeyed.
Listen" said Hadden. I'VE have
run long race and fought a long fight
You and I. and we are still alive both
of US. Very soon, if you come on, one
of us must be dead, and it will be you,