On many of these farms we found that Zulus had “locations.” A small number,--perhaps four or five families,--had been allowed to make a kraal,--or native village,--on condition that the men would work for wages. The arrangement is not kept in any very strict way, but is felt to be convenient by farmers who have not an antipathy to the Zulus. The men will work, unless they are particularly anxious just then to be idle;--which is, I think, as much as can be expected from them just at present. Throughout this country there are other “locations”--very much larger in extent of land and numerously inhabited,--on which the Natives reside by their own right, the use of the soil having been given to them by the Government. At Greyton the capital of the district I met an English farmer, a gentleman living at a little distance whose residence and station I did not see, and found him boiling over with grievances. He found me walking about the little town at dawn, and took out of his pocket a long letter of complaint, addressed to some one in authority, which he insisted on reading to me. It was a general accusation against the Zulus and all those who had the management of the Zulus. He was able to do nothing because of the injuries which the vagabond Natives inflicted upon him. He would not have had a Zulu near him if he could have helped it. I could not but wish that he might be deserted by Zulus altogether for a year,--so that he might have to catch his own horse, and kill his own sheep, and clean his own top boots--in which he was dressed when he walked about the streets of Greyton that early morning reading to my unwilling ears his long letter of complaint. At his camp in the neighbourhood of Greyton I bade adieu to the Governor and his companions and went back to Pieter Maritzburg by the mail cart. I had quite convinced myself that the people whom I had seen during my little tour had done well in settling themselves in Natal, and had prospered as Colonists, in spite of the dog tax and the wickedness of the Zulus to the unfortunate owner of the top boots. CHAPTER XVII. THE ZULUS.