The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-01-26

/ pool where ne uSSu Ddluc WuClA ~
was the guest of Umgona, the tatner
of Nanea, and there on the knoll to
his right were the huts, or rather the
remains of them, for they had been
burnt with fire. What chance had
/ brought him to this place, he wonder
ed; then again he looked behind him at
Nahoon, who seemed to read his
thoughts. for he shook his spear and
/ pointed to the ruined 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
a 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 a river. He
| looked at it, yes. it was the hut of
that cursed inyanga, the Bee, and,
standing by the fence of 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 I 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
to her when you two meet in the house
of the dead
Hadden locked 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 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 failed and he halted on the
further side of 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 before. II would
speak with you
The Zulu heard his voice and obeyed.
Listen said Hadden. 1--WE have
run long race and fought a long fight,
you and l. 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,
Nahoon. [ am armed and, as you
know, [ can shoot straight. What do
you say?'
Nahoon made no answer, but stood
still on the edge of the glade, his wild
and glowing eyes fixed on. the white
mans face and his breath coming in
short gasps.
will you let me go, if I let you go?''
he asked once more. Il know why you
hate me, but the past cannot be I'M
done, nor can the dead be brought to
earth again
Still Nahoon made no answer, and
his silence seemed more fateful and
more crushing than any speech; no
spoken accusation would have been so
terrible in Hadden's ear. He made no
answer, but lifting his assegai he stalk
ed grimly toward his foe
When he was within five PAGES Had
den covered him and fired The bullet
struck him somewhere, for Nahoon's
right arm dropped to his side and the
oloOOIIIS spear ludI ne nelQ was 16rkR6
from 1t harmleSSly over the white mans
head. But still making no sound the
Zulu came on and gripped him by, the
throat with his left hand For &. space
they struggled terribly, swaying to and
fro, but Hadden was unhurt and
fought with the fury OF despair, while
Nahoon had been twice wounded and
there remained to him but one sound
arm WhereWith to strike Presently
forced to earth by the white mans iron
strength the soldier was down, nor
could he rise again.
Now we will make an end" NUT
tered Hadden savagely, and he turned
to seek the assegai, then staggered
slowly back with starting eyes and
reellng gait, for there before him, still
clad in her white robe, a spear in her
hand, stood the spirit of Naneai
Think of it," he said to himself. dimly
remembering the words of the Inyanea
when you stand face to face with the
ghost of the dead in the home of the
dead 'Aie
There was a cry and flash of steel;
the broad spear leapt toward him to
bury itself in his breast. He swayed,
he fell, and presently Black Heart
clasped that great reward which the
word of the Bee had promised him.
'Nahooni NahOoni" murmured a
soIl voice, awake; 1t is no ghost, but
l, Nanae, l your living wife to whom
my Ehlose* has given it me to save
you"
Nahoon heard and opened his eyes to
look and his madness left him.
welcome, wife" he said family.
"now l will live since death has
brought you back to me in the house
of the dead"
Today Nahoon is one of the Indunas
of the English government in Zululand
and there are children about his kraaI
1t was from the lips of Nanea his wife
that the narrator of this history heard
the tale of it. The Bee also lives and
practices as much magic as she dares
under the white mans rule. On her
black hand shines a golden ring
shaped like a snake with ruby ewes
and of this trinket the Bee is verv
proud.
THE END.