mountain path, and all these are cowards; there is no man among them

since the Zulus killed my husband, covering him with wounds!'

"Now, I listened, answering nothing; but when all had done, I asked to

see the club which should be given to him who dared to face the

Amatongo, the spirits who lived in the forest upon the Ghost Mountain.

Then the old woman rose, and creeping on her hands went into the hut.

Presently she returned again, dragging the great club after her.

"Look at it, stranger! look at it! Was there ever such a club?" And