was a marvel to all, but he had probably accomplished
the journey during an abnormally low state of the river.

Next morning Grenville and his friends set out for Natal, taking with
them their bearers, and bidding an affectionate good-bye to Amaxosa.

The chief was too much affected to speak; and when Dora Winfield clasped
a gold bracelet of her own round his sinewy wrist as a keepsake, he
fairly broke down, and with a final wave of his hand turned dejectedly
away, following the last of his men back into the tunnel.

Little did the cowardly Mormons imagine that this wild and savage
spirit, which for years had brooked their blows, their curses, and their
ignominious service, would one day rise and crush them out of
remembrance, and hold undisputed sway in their own kingdom, which would
henceforth know them no more.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

"VALE, ME AMA!"

The rest of our story is soon told.

Grenville and his companions, after numberless hardships, owing to the
unprecedentedly heavy rains, at last reached Natal, where our friend had
the satisfaction of acting as best man at his cousin's wedding.

A full notice of this interesting event was published in the Local Press
by some enterprising reporter. On the following day, a few hours after
the issue of the sheet in question, Grenville, who was sitting
listlessly smoking in the hotel, was surprised by the advent of a smart,
dapper-looking little man, who asked him if he was the "gentleman known
as Mr Alfred Leigh."

"No," replied Grenville; "do you really want my cousin?--for he's a
newly-married man, you know."

"Yes, sir, I do want him," said the little man, bowing deferentially,
"and he will wish to see me. Can you introduce me?"

"Certainly," said Grenville, rising lazily. "Whom shall I announce?"

"My name is Driffield, of the firm of Masterton and Driffield,
solicitors," was the reply.

Leading the new arrival to Leigh's private sitting-room, Grenville
circumspectly knocked at the door, and entering said, "My cousin, Mr
Driffield.--Alf, Mr Driffield, who is a lawyer, is anxious to meet you,
and says you will be glad to see him."

"You misunderstood me, sir," said the little lawyer; "I observed that
your cousin would wish to see me. The news I bring you, sir, is both
bad and good--bad, because your father and your brother are both dead;
good, because I have to congratulate you upon your accession to the
peerage, Lord Drelincourt."

Poor Alf! it