‘Now, O my people!’ he cried, waving his hand, ‘you know my name--I am Makoma, “the Greater”; for have I not slain the crocodiles into the pool where none would venture?’ Then he said to his mother: ‘Rest gently, my mother, for I go to make a home for myself and become a hero.’ Then, entering his hut he took Nu-endo, his iron hammer, and throwing the sack over his shoulder, he went away. Makoma crossed the Zambesi, and for many moons he wandered towards the north and west until he came to a very hilly country where, one day, he met a huge giant making mountains. ‘Greeting,’ shouted Makoma, ‘you are you?’ ‘I am Chi-eswa-mapiri, who makes the mountains,’ answered the giant; ‘and who are you?’ ‘I am Makoma, which signifies “greater,”’ answered he. ‘Greater than who?’ asked the giant. ‘Greater than you!’ answered Makoma. The giant gave a roar and rushed upon him. Makoma said nothing, but swinging his great hammer, Nu-endo, he struck the giant upon the head. He struck him so hard a blow that the giant shrank into quite a little man, who fell upon his knees saying: ‘You are indeed greater than I, O Makoma; take me with you to be your slave!’ So Makoma picked him up and dropped him into the sack that he carried upon his back. He was greater than ever now, for all the giant’s strength had gone into him; and he resumed his journey, carrying his burden with as little difficulty as an eagle might carry a hare. Before long he came to a country broken up with huge stones and immense clods of earth. Looking over one of the heaps he saw a giant wrapped in dust dragging out the very earth and hurling it in handfuls on either side of him. ‘Who are you,’ cried Makoma, ‘that pulls up the earth in this way?’ ‘I am Chi-dubula-taka,’ said he, ‘and I am making the river-beds.’ ‘Do you know who I am?’ said Makoma. ‘I am he that is called “greater”!’ ‘Greater than who?’ thundered the giant. ‘Greater than you!’ answered Makoma. With a shout, Chi-dubula-taka seized a great clod of earth and launched it at Makoma. But the hero had his sack held over his left arm and the stones and earth fell harmlessly upon it, and, tightly gripping his iron hammer, he rushed in and struck the giant to the ground. Chi-dubula-taka grovelled before him, all the while growing smaller and smaller; and when he had become a convenient size Makoma picked him up and put him into the sack beside Chi- eswa-mapiri. He went on his way even greater than before, as all the river-maker’s power had become his; and at last he came to a forest of bao- babs and thorn trees. He was astonished at their size, for every one was full grown and larger than any trees he had ever seen, and close by he saw Chi-gwisa-miti, the giant who was planting the forest. Chi-gwisa-miti was taller than either of his brothers, but Makoma was not afraid, and called out to him: ‘Who are you, O Big One?’