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for a long while withstood the attack of a third regiment； until at
length they perished almost to a man； buried beneath heaps of their
slain assailants； the Usutu。
Truly they made a noble end fighting thus against tremendous odds！
As for the number who fell at this battle of Endondakusuka； Mr。 Fynney；
in a pamphlet which he wrote； says that six of Umbelazi's brothers died；
〃whilst it is estimated that upwards of 100；000 of the peoplemen；
women and childrenwere slain〃a high and indeed an impossible
estimate。
That curious personage named John Dunn； an Englishman who became a Zulu
chief； and who actually fought in this battle； as narrated by Mr。
Quatermain； however； puts the number much lower。 What the true total
was will never be known； but Sir Melmoth Osborn told me that when he
swam his horse back across the Tugela that night it was black with
bodies； and Sir Theophilus Shepstone also told me that when he visited
the scene a day or two later the banks of the river were strewn with
multitudes of them； male and female。
It was from Mr。 Fynney that I heard the story of the execution by
Cetewayo of the man who appeared before him with the ornaments of
Umbelazi； announcing that he had killed the prince with his own hand。
Of course； this tale； as Mr。 Quatermain points out； bears a striking
resemblance to that recorded in the Old Testament in connection with the
death of King Saul。
It by no means follows； however； that it is therefore apocryphal；
indeed； Mr。 Fynney assured me that it was quite true； although； if he
gave me his authorities； I cannot remember them after a lapse of more
than thirty years。
The exact circumstances of Umbelazi's death are unknown； but the general
report was that he died； not by the assegais of the Usutu； but of a
broken heart。 Another story declares that he was drowned。 His body was
never found； and it is therefore probable that it sank in the Tugela； as
is suggested in the following pages。
I have only to add that it is quite in accordance with Zulu beliefs that
a man should be haunted by the ghost of one whom he has murdered or
betrayed； or； to be more accurate； that the spirit （〃umoya〃） should
enter into the slayer and drive him mad。 Or； in such a case； that
spirit might bring misfortune upon him； his family； or his tribe。
H。 RIDER HAGGARD。
CONTENTS
I。 ALLAN QUATERMAIN HEARS OF MAMEENA
II。 THE MOONSHINE OF ZIKALI
III。 THE BUFFALO WITH THE CLEFT HORN
IV。 MAMEENA
V。 TWO BUCKS AND THE DOE
VI。 THE AMBUSH
VII。 SADUKO BRINGS THE MARRIAGE GIFT
VIII。 THE KING'S DAUGHTER
IX。 ALLAN RETURNS TO ZULULAND
X。 THE SMELLING…OUT
XI。 THE SIN OF UMBELAZI
XII。 PANDA'S PRAYER
XIII。 UMBELAZI THE FALLEN
XIV。 UMBEZI AND THE BLOOD…ROYAL
XV。 MAMEENA CLAIMS THE KISS
XVI。 MAMEENAMAMEENAMAMEENA！
CHAPTER I
ALLAN QUATERMAIN HEARS OF MAMEENA
We white people think that we know everything。 For instance； we think
that we understand human nature。 And so we do； as human nature appears
to us； with all its trappings and accessories seen dimly through the
glass of our conventions； leaving out those aspects of it which we have
forgotten or do not think it polite to mention。 But I； Allan
Quatermain； reflecting upon these matters in my ignorant and uneducated
fashion； have always held that no one really understands human nature
who has not studied it in the rough。 Well； that is the aspect of it
with which I have been best acquainted。
For most of the years of my life I have handled the raw material； the
virgin ore； not the finished ornament that is smelted out of itif；
indeed； it is finished yet； which I greatly doubt。 I dare say that a
time may come when the perfected generationsif Civilisation； as we
understand it； really has a future and any such should be allowed to
enjoy their hour on the Worldwill look back to us as crude；
half…developed creatures whose only merit was that we handed on the
flame of life。
Maybe； maybe； for everything goes by comparison； and at one end of the
ladder is the ape…man； and at the other； as we hope； the angel。 No； not
the angel； he belongs to a different sphere； but that last expression of
humanity upon which I will not speculate。 While man is manthat is；
before he suffers the magical death…change into spirit； if such should
be his destinywell； he will remain man。 I mean that the same passions
will sway him； he will aim at the same ambitions； he will know the same
joys and be oppressed by the same fears； whether he lives in a Kafir hut
or in a golden palace； whether he walks upon his two feet or； as for
aught I know he may do one day； flies through the air。 This is certain：
that in the flesh he can never escape from our atmosphere； and while he
breathes it； in the main with some variations prescribed by climate；
local law and religion； he will do much as his forefathers did for
countless ages。
That is why I have always found the savage so interesting； for in him；
nakedly and forcibly expressed； we see those eternal principles which
direct our human destiny。
To descend from these generalities； that is why also I； who hate
writing； have thought it worth while； at the cost of some labour to
myself； to occupy my leisure in what to me is a strange landfor
although I was born in England； it is not my countryin setting down
various experiences of my life that do； in my opinion； interpret this
our universal nature。 I dare say that no one will ever read them；
still； perhaps they are worthy of record； and who knows？ In days to
come they may fall into the hands of others and prove of value。 At any
rate； they are true stories of interesting peoples； who； if they should
survive in the savage competition of the nations； probably are doomed to
undergo great changes。 Therefore I tell of them before they began to
change。
Now； although I take it out of its strict chronological order； the first
of these histories that I wish to preserve is in the main that of an
extremely beautiful womanwith the exception of a certain Nada； called
〃the Lily；〃 of whom I hope to speak some day； I think the most beautiful
that ever lived among the Zulus。 Also she was； I think； the most able；
the most wicked； and the most ambitious。 Her attractive namefor it
was very attractive as the Zulus said it； especially those of them who
were in love with herwas Mameena； daughter of Umbezi。 Her other name
was Child of Storm （Ingane…ye…Sipepo； or； more freely and shortly；
O…we…Zulu）； but the word 〃Ma…mee…na〃 had its origin in the sound of the
wind that wailed about the hut when she was born。*
＇*The Zulu word 〃Meena〃or more correctly 〃Mina〃means 〃Come here；〃
and would therefore be a name not unsuitable to one of the heroine's
proclivities； but Mr。 Quatermain does not seem to accept this
interpretation。EDITOR。＇
Since I have been settled in England I have readof course in a
translationthe story of Helen of Troy； as told by the Greek poet；
Homer。 Well； Mameena reminds me very much of Helen； or； rather； Helen
reminds me of Mameena。 At any rate； there was this in common between
them； although one of them was black； or； rather； copper…coloured； and
the other whitethey both wer