In after years Umslopogaas told me the story of the dreadful ghost-haunted death of this tyrant, but, of course, he could not tell me exactly upon what day it happened.

Therefore I do not know whether the prophecy was strictly accurate.* [*--For the history of the death of Dingaan, see the Author's "Nada the Lily."] The three victims lay dead in the hollow of the Hill of Death.

Presently the king, recovering himself, gave orders that the spectators should be moved back to places where they could see what happened without frightening the vultures.

So the Boers, attended by their band of soldiers, who were commanded to slay them at once if they attempted to escape, went one way, and Dingaan and his Zulus went the other, leaving Hans and myself alone behind our bush.

As the white people passed me, Vrouw Prinsloo wished me good luck in a cheerful voice, although I could see that her poor old hand was shaking, and she was wiping her eyes with the vatdoek.