We ran, but they perceived us.

They hunted us as wild dogs hunt a buck.
They killed my mother with a throwing assegai; it entered at her back and came out at her heart.

I went mad, I drew it from her body, I ran at them.

I dived beneath the shield of the first, a very tall man, and held the spear, so, in both my little hands.

His weight came upon its point and it went through him as though he were but a bowl of buttermilk.