Between Snow and Fire — page 115: what you’re looking at

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. *, 5 . a t re me mm > | a te . fy : ~~ «“ eThal’s so,” said the first speaker, a tall, wiry young fel- = low from the Chalumna district. “I suppose the niggers think we’re such a bloomin’ pious lot that we shan’t hurt ‘em on Sunday, so they always hit upon it to go in at us.’ “Or p’r’aps they think we’re having Sunday school, or holdin’ a prayer meeting. Eh, Bill?” “ Ja. Most likely.” They were riding along a high grassy ridge falling away steep and sudden upon one side. Below, on the slope, © were a few woebegone looking mealie fields and a deserted kraal, and beyond, about half a mile distant, was the dark forest line. Suddenly the leader of the party, who, with three or four others, was riding a little way ahead, was seen to halt, and earnestly to scrutinize the slope beneath, Quickly the rest spurred up to him. “What is it ?’’—‘ What’s up, Shelton?” were some of the eager inquiries. “ There’s something moving down there in that mealie field, just where the sod-wall makes a bend—there, about four hundred yards off,’’ replied Shelton, still looking through his field glasses. ‘“ Stay—it’s a Kafir. I saw him half put up his head and bob down again,” Every eye was bent upon the spot, eager and expectant. But nothing moved. Then the leader took a careful aim and fired. ‘The clods flew from the sod-wall, heavy and sticky with the recent rain, as the bullet knocked a great hole init. Simultaneously two naked Kafirs sprang up and made for the bush as hard as they could run. Bang—bang! Bang—bang—bang! A rattling volley greeted their appearance. Butstill unscathed they ran like bucks ; bounding and leaping to render themselves more difficult as marks. Bang—bang! Ping—ping! The bullets showered around the fleeing savages, throwing up the earth in clods. Each carried a gun and had a powder horn and ammunition pouch slung round him, besides a bundle of assegais, and one, as he ran, turned his head to lookathis enemies. Full three hundred yards had they to cover under the fire of a score of good marksmen. But these were excited. “Steady, men! No good throwing away ammunition !” cried Shelton, the leader. “ Better let 'em go.” But he might as well have spoken to the wind. As long EComicbooks.com —