The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-08-20
MAMIE

ca, rode to the Matoppo hills and did !
not pull rein till he entered a narrow
defile leading into these gloomy fast !
nesses. Sllirting to the right, he cross
ed some open ground, traversed anoth-
err pass and halted at the foot of a
small circular kopje. Having knee
battered his pony, he began to ascend
by narrow zigzag path thickly firing
ed with sagebushes. He was only half
way up when there was a faint rustic
In the bush, a pair Of soft, bare arms
were thrown around his neck, and
rich, musical voice cried sayly, 'Saku
bona UNI koos pambo mi intombi" c'Wel-
come, my lord, thy slave salutes theeD.
.'By Jove. Manu- cried Jack in Ma
tabele, you quite startled me. Well.
how goes it, little girl?" he added as he
led the way to the neat. straw plated
hut perched on natural ledge of the
kopje and which had been their labor
of love to construct. Manzi-or Mananzi
Git, "rippling water'D-was very beau
tiful. In her veins flowed the blood Of
the old Portuguese explorers who once
swept across Africa. and from them
she had inherited the perfect aquiline
features and oval contour of the sunny
south. while the savage blood which in
termingled in her body showed itself
in her graceful. undulating carriage
and the warm, sun kissed, brown tints
of her skin. She was barely 16, and.
being unmarried, her long black hair
floated about her rounded shoulders in
stead of being piled up in the hideouss
clay smeared sugar loaf which distin-
cuisines the Matabele matron.
"Dear lord" said Manzi. kissing the
strong, freckled hand she held in hers.
''thy slave is troubled. Three times
within the last moon hath she dream
ed that the Great Spirit came and call
ed her."
Nonsense. little one," replied Jack.
"The Great Spirit will not take thee
away from me-" And he drew her clos
er to him.
"By Tam Tamson's 500, cornell,
Gamma hand these yellow blackguairds
o. mine much longer!' So spalSe Com
mandant Robertson, the chief of the
Cape boy corps, a griZzled, steel eyed
hard bitten, soft hearted old Scotch
man, to whom the scent of battle was
as the perfumes of Already. Colonel
Plumer smiled at the speaker and
rapidly reviewed the situation in his
mind. Since dawn he had been ham
mering away at the huge beetline
70 in n
him. The seven Founders had vomitec
shrapnel and common she'll until thu
muzzles glowed and the gunners wer'
ready to drop.
"Robertson," said Colonel Plumer
.'you can have try. Well be read.
to support you if necessary"
"Aye, aye, cornell, therell be ma
need for that Sergeant major!' b
shouted, cheerily moving off to his ye]
low blackguards, whom he knew
well how to manage.
"Oh, sir, may go with him" begge
Jack Manton, springing forward. cit
the first time I've been able to &c
away from the transport Office"
Colonel Plumer smiled good naturet
ly at the eager, boyish face and Gale
after the retreating commandan
"Here, Robertson, here's young I'll
eater for you. Can you make use {
him?'
800, aye, cornell. Come along, laddi
I doot yell haze your wame full
fechtin afore this NIGHTS dune. Ser
geant major!'
AS Jack and two or three Cape DO,
scaled a huge obstructing bowlder tn
found themselves on broad, natur
ledge, from the farther side Of viii
doomed the dark mouth Of cave.
'sCome on, lads! Rout the begga
out" cried Jack, and he charged in
the cavern.
A dark form rose up to meet hi
His sword flashed on high, but renal
ed as if transfxed as a well RENE
bered voice murmured:
s'Saku bona, um koos pambo mi
tombi!'
"stop, stop, you devilsv yelled ia
but he was too late. The Cape DO
maddened with the blood lust and 2