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THE MOONSHINE OF ZIKALI.
On the following morning I awoke, as a good hunter always should do, just at that time when, on looking out of the wagon, nothing can be seen but a little grey glint of light which he knows is reflected from the horns of the cattle tied to the trek-tow.

Presently, however, I saw another glint of light which I guessed came from the spear of Saduko, who was seated by the ashes of the cooking fire wrapped in his kaross of wildcat skins.

Slipping from the voorkisse, or driving-box, I came behind him softly and touched him on the shoulder.

He leapt up with a start which revealed his nervous nature, then recognising me through the soft grey gloom, said: "You are early, Macumazahn." "Of course," I answered; "am I not named Watcher-by-Night?
Now let us go to Umbezi and tell him that I shall be ready to start on our hunting trip on the third morning from to-day." So we went, to find that Umbezi was in a hut with his last wife and asleep.