In 1879 the editor of _The World_ offered two prizes for the best parodies on Longfellow's _Hiawatha_, the subject selected being _The Hunting of Cetewayo_. There were 135 competitors, the first prize was awarded to Floreant-Lauri, whose poem will be found, with the three next best, in _The World_ for October 8, 1879. The prize poem commenced as follows:-- Very wrath was Wolsey-Pullsey When he landed at Fort Durban, Hearing all the depredations Of the cunning Cetewayo; Called his captain Giffey-Wiffey, Saying, "Catch this Cetewayo, Muzzle thou this mischief-maker; Not so tangled is the jungle, Not so dark the deepest donga, But that thou canst track and find him." Then in hot pursuit departed Giffey-Wiffey and his soldiers, Through the jungle, through the forest; But they found not Cetewayo-- Only found his bed and blanket. From the farthest dingey-donga Cetewayo looking backward, Placed his thumb upon his nostril, Made the sign, the Snookey-Wookey, Made the gesture of derision, Pulling bacon, piggey-whiggey, Hurling at them his defiance. Then cried Giffey-Wiffey loudly, "When I catch you, you black rascal, Cat-o'-nine tails, pussey-wussey, You and she shall be acquainted," Mockingly came back the answer: "When you catchee, when you catchee!" * * * * * * * * * * THE HUNTING OF CETEWAYO. Full of anger was Sir Garnet When he came among the Zulus, And found them in a precious muddle, Heard of all the wicked doings, All the luckless Zulus slaughter'd By the savage Cetewayo. Fuming in alarming fashion, Through his thick moustache he mutter'd Dire words of blood and thunder, Raging like an angry tiger-- "I will nobble Cetewayo, Bag this horrid rascal," said he; "Not so wide the realm of Zulus, Not so terrible the bye-ways, That my anger shall not nail him, That my vengeance shall not spot him!" Then in hot pursuit departed Marter and the mighty hunters On the trail of Cetewayo. Through the bush where he had hidden, To the hut where he had rested-- But they found not Cetewayo; Only in the charcoal embers And the smell of bad tobacco, Found the spot where he had halted; Found the tokens of his presence. Through the bush and brake and forest Ran the cunning Cetewayo, Till a lonely kraal he entered In the middle of the forest! Then the corpulent old sinner Heard the tramp of many footsteps, Heard the sound of many voices, Saying, "He, the white man's coming!" Got into a funk and shivered. Then came Marter, mighty Major, He, of all Dragoons the boldest, To the hut door riding straightway, Saying, "Where is Cetewayo, For his Majesty is wanted?" Then came forth the noble savage,