thousands, for presently Chaka grew mad with wickedness, with fury,

and with the lust of blood. He walked to and fro, weeping, going now

and again into his hut to drink beer, and I with him, for he said that

we who sorrowed must have food. And ever as he walked he would wave

his arm or his assegai, saying, "Take them away, the heartless brutes,

who do not weep because my mother is dead," and those who chanced to

stand before his arm were killed, till at length the slayers could

slay no more, and themselves were slain, because their strength had