The lady fled screaming, leaving a little bit of her ear upon the ground.
"What does it matter ?" said Umbezi, as he picked himself up, rubbing his shoulder with a rueful look.

"Would that the evil spirit in the gun had cut off her tongue and not her ear! It is the Worn-out-Old-Cow's own fault; she is always peeping into everything like a monkey.

Now she will have something to chatter about and leave my things alone for awhile.

I thank my ancestral Spirit it was not Mameena, for then her looks would have been spoiled." "Who is Mameena ?" I asked.

"Your last wife ?" "No, no, Macumazahn; I wish she were, for then I should have the most beautiful wife in the land.