Oh, it is the fashion to abuse natives, but from whom do we meet with more fidelity and love than from these poor wild Kafirs that so many of us talk of as black dirt which chances to be fashioned to the shape of man?
"As for myself, Inkoosi," added Saduko, "I only did my duty.

How could I have held up my head again if the bull had killed you while I walked away alive?
Why, the very girls would have mocked at me.

But, oh, his skin was tough.

I thought that assegai would never get through it." Observe the difference between these two men's characters.

The one, although no hero in daily life, imperils himself from sheer, dog-like fidelity to a master who had given him many hard words and sometimes a flogging in punishment for drunkenness, and the other to gratify his pride, also perhaps because my death would have interfered with his plans and ambitions in which I had a part to play.