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of the Nkomabakosi regiment； and fought in many battles； doing mighty
deeds； and stood by Umbulazi； son of Panda； in the great fray on the
Tugela； when Cetywayo slew his brother Umbulazi。
After that also he plotted against Cetywayo； whom he hated； and had it
not been for a certain white man； a hunter named Macumazahn；
Umslopogaas would have been killed。 But the white man saved him by his
wit。 Yes； and at times he came to visit me； for he still loved me as
of old； but now he has fled north； and I shall hear his voice no more。
Nay； I do not know all the tale； there was a woman in it。 Women were
ever the bane of Umslopogaas； my fostering。 I forget the story of that
woman； for I remember only these things that happened long ago； before
I grew very old。
Look on this right hand of mine； my father！ I cannot see it now； and
yet I； Mopo； son of Makedama； seem to see it as once I saw； red with
the blood of two kings。 Look on
Suddenly the old man ceased； his head fell forward upon his withered
breast。 When the White Man to whom he told this story lifted it and
looked at him； he was dead！
End