y the side of Mangaleesu, who
still lay in the hammock under the waggon, not yet recovered from the
exertions he had made on the previous night, and the loss of blood from
his wounds.

"I have recovered one of your people, and have brought him to the camp,"
said the trader.

"Who is he?" asked Mangaleesu eagerly. "I thought that all had been
killed."

"Although he has a white skin, he seems by his dress and language to be
a Zulu," answered the trader.

"Then he must be little Unozingli," said the chief. "I am glad he has
escaped, for he was a favourite with us, and will some day, if he lives,
become a great warrior."

"By what chance did he happen to be living among you? Although he is
dressed like a Zulu, and speaks the Kaffir tongue alone, he is evidently
the child of white parents."

"He was brought to my kraal by a tribe from a distant part of the
country, who afterwards joined my people," answered the chief. "They
had taken him, they said, from a black woman who had been killed; but
the child being white, they had been unwilling to destroy him, and had
carried him off with them. He was at once adopted into the tribe, and
has lived with us ever since, learning our customs and language, and we
gave him the name of Unozingli."

From this answer it was evident that no further satisfactory information
could be obtained from Mangaleesu respecting the boy. This was a
disappointment to the trader. He had hoped, after rescuing the little
fellow, to have had the satisfaction of discovering his parents or
friends, and restoring him to them. He was satisfied that the child was
either English or Dutch, and from his features he was inclined to think
he was the former.

"I don't fancy calling him by his Kaffir name," he said to himself. "I
must get one more suited to him." As he looked at the thick auburn hair
which hung in curls over the boy's head, his freckled, though otherwise
fair countenance, his large blue eyes, and broad, open countenance, he
exclaimed, "I have it! I'll call him Lionel; for a young lion he looks,
and will, I hope, some day bring down many of the brutes of the forest."

Unwilling to leave the camp himself, lest their enemies might come in
search of the young chief and his bride, towards evening the trader sent
out Umgolo and another man in search of game to supply his followers
with meat, for in that climate what is killed one day is scarcely
eatable the next.

He also despatched t