among whom he had lived so long.

After this we went into the Store and with the help of some of
the natives, or half-breeds, who had accompanied us on the sea-cow
expedition, selected all the goods we wanted, which we sent to the
house.

As we returned thither I saw Umslopogaas and his men engaged, with the
usual Zulu ceremonies, in burying their two companions in a hole they
had made in the hillside. I noted, however, that they did not inter
their war-axes or their throwing-spears with them as usual, probably
because they thought that these might be needed. In place of them they
put with the dead little models roughly shaped of bits of wood, which
models they "killed" by first breaking them across.

I lingered to watch the funeral and heard Goroko, the witch-doctor, make
a little speech.

"O Father and Chief of the Axe," he said, addressing Umslopogaas, who
stood silent leaning on his weapon and watching all, a portentous figure
in the morning mist, "O Father, O Son of the Heavens" (this was an
allusion to the royal blood of Umslopogaas of which the secret was well
known, although it would never have been spoken aloud in Zululand), "O
Slaughterer (Bulalio), O Woodpecker who picks at the hearts of men; O
King-Slayer; O Conqueror of the Halakazi; O Victor in a hundred fights;
O Gatherer of the Lily-bloom that faded in the hand; O Wolf-man, Captain
of the Wolves that ravened; O Slayer of Faku; O Great One whom it
pleases to seem small, because he must follow his blood to the end
appointed----"

This was the opening of the speech, the "_bonga_-ing" or giving of
Titles of Praise to the person addressed, of which I have quoted but a
sample, for there were many more of them that I have forgotten. Then the
speaker went on,

"It was told to me, though of it I remember nothing, that when my Spirit
was in me a while ago I prophesied that this place would flow with
blood, and lo! the blood has flowed, and with it that of these our
brothers," and he gave the names of the two dead Zulus, also those of
their forefathers for several generations.

"It seems, Father, that they died well, as you would have wished them
to die, and as doubtless they desired to die themselves, leaving a tale
behind them, though it is true that they might have died better, killing
more of the men-eaters, as it is certain they would have done, had they
not been sick inside. They are finished; they have gone beyond to await
us in the Under-world amo