girl who poisoned his father in the kraals of the Halakazi. To all of

which Umslopogaas answered nothing, for his heart was set both on the

axe and the girl, but more on the first than the last.

So the time wore on, and at length came the day of the new moon. At

the dawn of that day Umslopogaas arose and clad himself in a moocha,

binding the she-wolf's skin round his middle beneath the moocha. In

his hand he took a stout fighting-shield, which he had made of buffalo

hide, and that same light moon-shaped axe with which he had slain the