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"
And
ye
would
go
.
Infadoos
,
my
uncle
,
and
my
Induna
,
shall
take
you
by
the
hand
and
guide
you
with
a
regiment
.
There
is
,
as
I
have
learned
,
another
way
across
the
mountains
that
he
shall
show
you
.
Farewell
,
my
brothers
,
brave
white
men
.
See
me
no
more
,
for
I
have
no
heart
to
bear
it
.
Behold
!
I
make
a
decree
,
and
it
shall
be
published
from
the
mountains
to
the
mountains
;
your
names
,
Incubu
,
Macumazahn
,
and
Bougwan
,
shall
be
"
hlonipa
"
even
as
the
names
of
dead
kings
,
and
he
who
speaks
them
shall
die
.
So
shall
your
memory
be
preserved
in
the
land
for
ever
.
"
Go
now
,
ere
my
eyes
rain
tears
like
a
woman
's
.
At
times
as
ye
look
back
down
the
path
of
life
,
or
when
ye
are
old
and
gather
yourselves
together
to
crouch
before
the
fire
,
because
for
you
the
sun
has
no
more
heat
,
ye
will
think
of
how
we
stood
shoulder
to
shoulder
,
in
that
great
battle
which
thy
wise
words
planned
,
Macumazahn
;
of
how
thou
wast
the
point
of
the
horn
that
galled
Twala
's
flank
,
Bougwan
;
whilst
thou
stood
in
the
ring
of
the
Greys
,
Incubu
,
and
men
went
down
before
thine
axe
like
corn
before
a
sickle
;
ay
,
and
of
how
thou
didst
break
that
wild
bull
Twala
's
strength
,
and
bring
his
pride
to
dust
.
Fare
ye
well
for
ever
,
Incubu
,
Macumazahn
,
and
Bougwan
,
my
lords
and
my
friends
.
"
Ignosi
rose
and
looked
earnestly
at
us
for
a
few
seconds
.
Then
he
threw
the
corner
of
his
karross
over
his
head
,
so
as
to
cover
his
face
from
us
.
We
went
in
silence
.
Next
day
at
dawn
we
left
Loo
,
escorted
by
our
old
friend
Infadoos
,
who
was
heart-broken
at
our
departure
,
and
by
the
regiment
of
Buffaloes
.
Early
as
was
the
hour
,
all
the
main
street
of
the
town
was
lined
with
multitudes
of
people
,
who
gave
us
the
royal
salute
as
we
passed
at
the
head
of
the
regiment
,
while
the
women
blessed
us
for
having
rid
the
land
of
Twala
,
throwing
flowers
before
us
as
we
went
.
It
was
really
very
affecting
,
and
not
the
sort
of
thing
one
is
accustomed
to
meet
with
from
natives
.
One
ludicrous
incident
occurred
,
however
,
which
I
rather
welcomed
,
as
it
gave
us
something
to
laugh
at
.
Just
before
we
reached
the
confines
of
the
town
,
a
pretty
young
girl
,
with
some
lovely
lilies
in
her
hand
,
ran
forward
and
presented
them
to
Good
--
somehow
they
all
seemed
to
like
Good
;
I
think
his
eye-glass
and
solitary
whisker
gave
him
a
fictitious
value
--
and
then
said
that
she
had
a
boon
to
ask
.
"
Speak
on
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Let
my
lord
show
his
servant
his
beautiful
white
legs
,
that
his
servant
may
look
upon
them
,
and
remember
them
all
her
days
,
and
tell
of
them
to
her
children
;
his
servant
has
travelled
four
days
'
journey
to
see
them
,
for
the
fame
of
them
has
gone
throughout
the
land
.
"
"
I
'll
be
hanged
if
I
do
!
"
exclaimed
Good
excitedly
.
