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Almost
before
the
words
were
uttered
the
horrible
dead
was
done
.
One
man
had
driven
his
spear
into
the
victim
's
heart
,
and
to
make
assurance
double
sure
,
the
other
had
dashed
out
his
brains
with
a
great
club
.
"
One
,
"
counted
Twala
the
king
,
just
like
a
black
Madame
Defarge
,
as
Good
said
,
and
the
body
was
dragged
a
few
paces
away
and
stretched
out
.
Hardly
was
the
thing
done
before
another
poor
wretch
was
brought
up
,
like
an
ox
to
the
slaughter
.
This
time
we
could
see
,
from
the
leopard-skin
cloak
which
he
wore
,
that
the
man
was
a
person
of
rank
.
Again
the
awful
syllables
were
spoken
,
and
the
victim
fell
dead
.
"
Two
,
"
counted
the
king
.
And
so
the
deadly
game
went
on
,
till
about
a
hundred
bodies
were
stretched
in
rows
behind
us
.
I
have
heard
of
the
gladiatorial
shows
of
the
Cæsars
,
and
of
the
Spanish
bull-fights
,
but
I
take
the
liberty
of
doubting
if
either
of
them
could
be
half
so
horrible
as
this
Kukuana
witch-hunt
.
Gladiatorial
shows
and
Spanish
bull-fights
at
any
rate
contributed
to
the
public
amusement
,
which
certainly
was
not
the
case
here
.
The
most
confirmed
sensation-monger
would
fight
shy
of
sensation
if
he
knew
that
it
was
well
on
the
cards
that
he
would
,
in
his
own
proper
person
,
be
the
subject
of
the
next
"
event
.
"
Once
we
rose
and
tried
to
remonstrate
,
but
were
sternly
repressed
by
Twala
.
"
Let
the
law
take
its
course
,
white
men
.
These
dogs
are
magicians
and
evil-doers
;
it
is
well
that
they
should
die
,
"
was
the
only
answer
vouchsafed
to
us
.
About
half-past
ten
there
was
a
pause
.
The
witch-finders
gathered
themselves
together
,
apparently
exhausted
with
their
bloody
work
,
and
we
thought
that
the
performance
was
done
with
.
But
it
was
not
so
,
for
presently
,
to
our
surprise
,
the
ancient
woman
,
Gagool
,
rose
from
her
crouching
position
,
and
supporting
herself
with
a
stick
,
staggered
off
into
the
open
space
.
It
was
an
extraordinary
sight
to
see
this
frightful
vulture-headed
old
creature
,
bent
nearly
double
with
extreme
age
,
gather
strength
by
degrees
,
until
at
last
she
rushed
about
almost
as
actively
as
her
ill-omened
pupils
.
To
and
fro
she
ran
,
chanting
to
herself
,
till
suddenly
she
made
a
dash
at
a
tall
man
standing
in
front
of
one
of
the
regiments
,
and
touched
him
.
As
she
did
this
a
sort
of
groan
went
up
from
the
regiment
which
evidently
he
commanded
.
But
two
of
its
officers
seized
him
all
the
same
,
and
brought
him
up
for
execution
.
We
learned
afterwards
that
he
was
a
man
of
great
wealth
and
importance
,
being
indeed
a
cousin
of
the
king
.
He
was
slain
,
and
Twala
counted
one
hundred
and
three
.
Then
Gagool
again
sprang
to
and
fro
,
gradually
drawing
nearer
and
nearer
to
ourselves
.
"
Hang
me
if
I
do
n't
believe
she
is
going
to
try
her
games
on
us
,
"
ejaculated
Good
in
horror
.
