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"Yes, Zikali; how old?"

"There, there, Macumazahn, as you knoe poor Kafirs cannot count very

well How old? Well, when I was young I came doards the coast from

the Great River, you call it the Zambesi, I think, with Undho

lived in the north in those days They have forgotten it now because it

is soo, and if I could write I would set down the history of

that reat battles with the people who used to

live in this country Afterwards I was the friend of the Father of the

Zulus, he whohty chief--you may

have heard tell of him I carved that stool on which you sit for him and

he left it back to me when he died"

"Inkoosi Umkulu!" I exclaio"

"Do they, Macumazahn? If so, have I not told you that we black people

cannot count as well as you do? Really it was only the other day

Anyhow, after his death the Zulus began to maltreat us Unde and the

Quabies and the Tetith us--youa mock of us So I quarrelled with the Zulus and

especially with Chaka, he whom they named 'Uhlanya' [the Mad One]