tears to his eyes that are dry with wickedness. Take him away, the

heartless brute! Oh, take him away!"

So this one also was killed, and these were but the first of

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,