Better is it to slay a man in fair fight than
to suck out his heart's blood in buying and
selling, and usury after your white fash
ion. Many a man have I slain, yet is there
never a one that I should fear to look in
the face again: ay, many are there who
once were friends and whom I should be
right glad to snuff with. But there, there!
thou hast, thy ways and I mine: each to his
own people and his own place. The high
veldt ox will die in the fat hush country,
and so Is it with me, Macumazahn. I am
rough, I know it. and when mv blood is
warm I know not. what I do, but yet wilt
thou he sorry when the night swallows me,
and 1 urn utterly lost in the blackness, for
in thy heart thou lovest me. my father,
Macumazahn the fox. thou go I be naught
but a brokr-u down Zulu war-dog—a chief
for whom there is no room In his own kraal,
an outcast and a wanderer in strange
places; ay. I love thee, Macumazahn. for
we have grown gray together, and there
Is that between ns that cannot tie seen, and
yet is too strong for breaking.”
“Ay, old wolf.” I said, “(bine is a strange
love. Thou wouldst split me to the chin if
I stood in thy path to-morrow.”
“Thouspeakesttruth, Macumazahn;that
would J if it came in the way of duty; but
I should love thee all the same when the
blow had gone fairly borne. Its there any
chance of some fighting here. Macnma
zahu?” he went on, in an Insinuating voice.
