at once, and his body
carried away and thrown in the water. The females, it was known, slept
under the canvas, and they were not to be touched. I, being always with
them and having long curly hair, was supposed to be a little girl, and
so was spared; and when it was known that I was not a girl, I was
allowed to live as I was so young. All these details were described to
me by a young Caffre who had been present at the massacre, and whose
first adventure had been at this affair.

We had walked for some hours along narrow paths that sometimes led
through bushes, at others over hills and down valleys, and at length
reached a collection of huts, which I afterwards learned was named
_must_, or, as the Dutch and English call it, a kraal. At this kraal
several men, women, and children came out to look at us, all seeming
much amused at our appearance, and especially astonished at the long
hair of the ladies, for the Caffres have only short and woolly hair.

We were given some milk at this kraal, and I observed that the Caffre
who had spoken to us when I first awoke seemed to be giving orders to
all the men, and when they replied to him they often said "_Inkose_." I
tried to make these people understand me by saying a few words in
Hindostani, but they could not understand me and shook their heads. On
my repeating to them the first word I learned, viz., _Inkose_, they
nodded, and pointing to the large Caffre, said "_Yena Inkose_" This, I
afterwards learnt, meant "He is the chief."

We continued our journey during three days, resting at night in the
kraals; and we saw thousands of Caffres, who were all alike, and who all
seemed equally surprised at our appearance. At length we reached a
kraal that was far larger than any we had hitherto seen, and on nearing
which the Caffres came out in crowds and shouted "_Inkose_" and shook
hands with all the men whom we had first seen. I and the three ladies
were shown a hut, into which we had to crawl on our hands and knees: we
then laid down, for we were all very tired and footsore. We were given
some milk and some Indian corn boiled, but we saw no meat, these people
apparently living entirely on corn and milk.

Mrs Apton and her daughter sat crying in the hut, and exclaiming that
we should all be killed and probably eaten; but Constance seemed very
brave and said that, considering how we had escaped from the wreck, we
ought not to despair now. We all talked over our probable fut