Yonder by your camp is a hill called 'Hloma Amabutu,' a hill of stones where evildoers are slain.

This afternoon some wicked ones die there, and when they are dead the vultures will come to devour them.

Now this is my bet with you.

When those vultures come you shall shoot at them, and if you kill three out of the first five on the wing--not on the ground, Macumazahn--then I will spare these Boers.

But if you miss them, then I shall know that you are a liar and no wizard, and I will kill them every one on the hill Hloma Amabutu.