"Swear," said he, "by the bones of Congo's forefathers, to drive the Amglezi to the sea which spits them up. Behold, we will turn the hail-storm of their fire to water--it shall be as water poured through a broken calabash. What right has the white man to put his foot before us on our war-paths, when we choose to quarrel with the Gaikas about grass? The bad people of Gaika steal from us--he shares the plunder--then we take up arms against him--the white man comes, and tramples down our corn; he begins the war, and will not let us rest in our huts, though our fight with Gaika is no business of his. Gaika calls himself the white man's friend; he is a liar--he hates the white man--but likes to sit where he will in the colony with his eyes open. He stretches out his hand, and the Amglezi fill it. The Amglezi are fools, and believe him. He does not steal their cattle himself, but sits still upon the hills, and sees it go by to the kloofs in the Amatolas; and quarrels with us when he finds us there waiting to share the plunder that belongs to all the land--our land--a land that will soon be dead to us, for shall we reap the corn we have planted? Gaika is a woman--he will not fight us himself, but lifts up his voice, and cries aloud to the white men, who come among us like locusts, and eat us up, and then pay Gaika in beads and buttons for his treachery to his brothers. Let the Amglezi come--let them kill the last man of us--but let not Umlala's children put their necks under the foot of Gaika. Better to be dead lions in our own kraals, than live dogs in the Amglezi's territory. The white man calls himself the protector of the Kafir tribes dwelling on the borders of the country he has made his own; but we are oppressed by his protection, and we will not have it; and we know, too, that some of the Amglezi are with us in heart; for they tell us we are wronged, and bring us arms and powder wherewith to regain our rights." Doda thought within himself, "we pay for such stores;" but the thought rested in his breast, for he dared not express it. Amani proceeded, waving aloft an assegai, which quivered in the grasp of his muscular palm: