Shame on thee! Umslopogaas.' 'Ay, Macumazahn, mine is a red trade, yet is it better and more honest than some.

Better is it to slay a man in fair fight than to suck out his heart's blood in buying and selling and usury after your white fashion.

Many a man have I slain, yet is there never a one that I should fear to look in the face again, ay, many are there who once were friends, and whom I should be right glad to snuff with.

But there! there! thou hast thy ways, and I mine: each to his own people and his own place.

The high-veldt ox will die in the fat bush country, and so is it with me, Macumazahn.
I am rough, I know it, and when my blood is warm I know not what to do, but yet wilt thou be sorry when the night swallows me and I am utterly lost in blackness, for in thy heart thou lovest me, my father, Macumazahn the fox, though I be nought but a broken-down Zulu war-dog -- a chief for whom there is no room in his own kraal, an outcast and a wanderer in strange places: ay, I love thee, Macumazahn, for we have grown grey together, and there is that between us that cannot be seen, and yet is too strong for breaking;' and he took his snuff-box, which was made of an old brass cartridge, from the slit in his ear where he always carried it, and handed it to me for me to help myself.
I took the pinch of snuff with some emotion.