As we spoke we cam upon a man, a chief of renown. He was named

Zwaumbana, chief of the Amabovus, and with him were his wives and

followers. This man could weep no more; he gasped with thirst and

"See, Mopo," he said, "see that brute who has no tears for my mother

who is dead! Oh, the monster without a heart! Shall such as he live to

look upon the sun, while I and thou must weep, Mopo? Never! never!

Take him away, and all those who are with him! Take them away, the

people without hearts, who do not weep because my mother is dead by