Adventure Magazine Cover — page 141: what you’re looking at

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a ou, Si ( * e aN a ya / hey \ \ 4 + 4 ki at y ANY f i c \\ay \ \ " \ A nahn \\ \\s Yh! Afi ) i Lf Onin j i | x ” ANT A thy | \ .) Athy Neb ie ‘ ) OBOSABO’S kraal was a scene of great confusion. For the past three days there had arrived a . constant procession of powerful indunas, stately councilors and bold-faced witch-doctors. These men had come in response to the call of the. head chief. Talk of war was in the air. The large council-hut was crowded. The air was blue with the smoke of many pipes. Girls trooped in and out, serving the men with beer. A commanding voice suddenly rose above the merriment, and the clamor instantly ceased. “Those dogs over the mountains,” said the voice—and it was the voice of the head chief, ‘‘are getting overbearing. They pass through our borders whenever they will, and because we have made no attempt to stop them they say that we have lost our man- hood. The dogs taunt us! They bark too loud! . “Sobosabo!” “Ewe, inkosi! Yes, chief. What is your will?” asked Sobosabo. He was a tall, powerfully built warrior. “You shall be our messenger. You will ? take a basket of corn to the chief of the ~ people beyond the mountains. So shall they know that we are not afraid.” The chief gave to Sobosabo a cone- shaped basket. Taking it, the messenger walked out of the hut and lost no time in setting out on his errand. Many young warriors followed him to the —_— I TAL DATTLE sc TAR INPIS “4. Santie Sabalala — Author of “In Kaffir Kraals,” “Mamoti the Witch Woman,” etc. gate of the kraal. eagerly, seeking to know his mission, But he-made no reply. It was not time for them to know. to the council-hut. “What did]that dog of a chief have to say when he saw the grain?” asked the king. ‘‘Ge spoke no word,” Sobosabo answered. The councilors ‘grunted pointment. fe | TEN days later Sobosabo returned | #7 to the kraal and went immediately _ We shall not have a chance to kill them after all,” grumbled one. “Be patient, ”” advised another. “There is yet tomorrow.” ‘S) party of strange warriors marched through the gate of the kraal. were led by one who was richly dressed. He was tall, large of frame. shoulders he wore a kaross—a robe of tanned hide—and around his neck was a necklace of red beads. ‘(Where is the headman of the village?” he demanded. “Follow me,” said one of the boys of the village. He led the strangers to the council-hut. The members of the council lgoked up ex- citedly as the stranger warriors came to a — halt several paces from them. “Say it, you infants,” said the leader of 2 the strangers in an insulting voice. 9 They questioned him They — in -disap- — AT HIGH noon of the next day a Around his — cComicbooks.-cc