Moreover, on the sides of the hill it was the same story, though there, for the most part, the bones had been gathered into gleaming heaps.

No wonder that the vultures loved Hloma Amabutu, the Place of Slaughter of the bloody Zulu king.
Of these horrible birds, however, at the moment not one was to be seen.
As there had been no execution for a few hours they were seeking their food elsewhere.

Now, for my own purposes, I wanted to see them, since otherwise my visit was in vain, and presently bethought myself of a method of securing their arrival.
"Hans," I said, "I am going to pretend to kill you, and then you must lie quite still out there like one dead.

Even if the aasvogels settle on you, you must lie quite still, so that I may see whence they come and how they settle." The Hottentot did not take at all kindly to this suggestion.

Indeed, he flatly refused to obey me, giving sundry good reasons.