he had eaten it before he died. His eyes also were bound round with a

band of leather, as though to hide something from their gaze, one foot

was gone, one hung over the edge of the niche towards the floor, and

beneath it on the floor, red with rust, lay the blade of a broken

"Now come hither, Umslopogaas, place your hand upon the wall of the

cave, just here; it is smooth, is it not?--smooth as the stones on

which women grind their corn. 'What made it so smooth?' you ask. I

"When I peered through the door of the cave I saw this: on the floor