Remember my words, baas, when you miss two of the five aasvogels." "Bosh!" I exclaimed, or, rather, its Dutch equivalent.

Still, as this talk of missing vultures touched me nearly, and it is always as well to conform to native prejudices, at the next and two subsequent heaps I cast my stone as humbly as the most superstitious Zulu in the land.
By this time we had reached the summit, which may have been two hundred yards long.

It was hog-backed in shape, with a kind of depression in the middle cleared of stones, either by the hand of man or nature, and not unlike a large circus in its general conformation.
Oh! the sight that met my eyes.

All about lay the picked and scattered bones of men and women, many of them broken up by the jaws of hyenas.
Some were quite fresh, for the hair still clung to the skulls, others blanched and old.

But new or ancient there must have been hundreds of them.