wee none of them white like your people, my father, for this vision

was a vision of the Zulu race, who alone are "torn out of the reeds."

Now, I saw that of those who swam in the river some passed over very

quickly and some stood still, as it were, still in the water--as in

life, my father, some die soon and some live for many years. And I saw

the countless faces of those in the water, among them were many that I

knew. There, my father, I saw the face of Chaka, and near him was my

own face; there, too, I saw the face of Dingaan, the prince, his