"What is the use of weeping over the dead? Does it, then, bring them
back?" she answered. "Let us be going!"
The man thought these words strange, but he did not know that
Umslopogaas was not born of Macropha.
Still, we waited in that place a day, thinking that, perhaps, the
lioness would return to her den and that, at least, we might kill her.
But she came back no more. So on the next morning we rolled up our
blankets and started forward on our journey, sad at heart. In truth,
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