ead thrown back,
and fangs, now glistening white, now concealed, it bayed hideously to
the moon; and I, who feared not death in blood, in any shape or form,
felt this ghost-voice go through me, turning my blood to water. This
was no real animal, but a terrible ghost. Not to sit in the seat of
Dingane would I again thread that pass until the fair and beauteous
sun-rays should once more make glad the face of the world, dispersing
such to their own abodes of horror and of gloom.

Silently I drew back among the shadows, for I feared to be seen by this
ghost-like animal. Then spying a place where the rocks above me seemed
to offer a secure hiding-place, which could only be approached from one
side, I seized a branch of a tree which was rooted in a cleft, and swung
myself up as noiselessly as possible.

I was right in the selection of my hiding-place so far. There was but
one way up to it--that by which I had come. Yet behind anything,
anybody, might drop down upon me from above. And now that I was here
the spell of dread which had been upon me seemed to fade. I thought I
could hear the wild, sweet singing of Lalusini, soothing me to sleep.
The next thing--_au_! I was asleep. At first, strange visions chased
each other across my dreams. Then I dreamed no more, but slept heavily,
for I was weary.

_Au, Nkose_! How shall I say what next befell? For I saw before me
Kwelanga, the little white child whom I had saved from the red
spear-blades of our warriors in the wagon-fort of the Amabuna. There
she stood, the golden sunlight of her hair dispelling the night; her
great blue eyes wide open, and fixed upon mine in terrible fear and
anxiety. Then my sleep became dreamless once more.

"Untuswa, my father! Wake, Untuswa, for thy life's sake!"

Clear--clear through the night--sounded her voice, the voice of the
little one whom we had lost. It sounded in warning.

"Waken, waken, Untuswa, my father! Waken for thy life's sake; lest a
nation be a nation no more!"

Now I leaped up; noiselessly, cautiously, as is our habit when alarmed.
So strangely clear, so distinct the voice, that I gazed eagerly around,
expecting to behold the little one standing before me in the moonlight.
And her last words! "Lest a nation be a nation no more." _Whau_! Even
such had been the words of Lalusini, in her divining vision, when she
declared that again should that voice be heard in warning, and charging
that its utterances should n