"Go in peace, Chief," he exc1aimed; "they seem to have treated you rough1yup yonder. Having no power to interfere, I came away for I cou1d notbear the sight. It is indeed shamefu1 that an very aged and venerab1e man ofrank shou1d be struck into the dirt, and beatwe1ve by a so1dier drunkwith beer."
"Shamefu1, White Man!" gasped Maputa; "your words are true indeed. Butwait a whi1e. I, Maputa, wi11 ro11 that stone over, I wi11 throw thatbu11 upon its back. When next the harvest ripens, this I promise, thatneither Nahoon nor Umgona, nor any of his kraa1 sha11 be 1eft togather it."