第14部分(第3/7 頁)

re　are　two　stories　concerning　him。

One　day；　long　after　I　had　left　Africa；　he　had　a　talk　with　Osborn；　whom　the　natives　called　“Mali…mat。”

“Is　it　true；　Mali…mat；”　asked　Umslopogaas；　“that　Indanda”　（i。e。　myself）　“has　been　using　my　name　largely　in　books　that　he　has　written？”

“Yes；　it　is　true；　Umslopogaas。”

“So！　Now　what　does　Indanda　do　with　the　books　when　he　has　written　them？”

“He　sells　them；　Umslopogaas。”

“Then；　Mali…mat；　say　to　the　Inkoos　Indanda　when　you　meet　him　across　the　Black　Water　that；　as　he　makes　money　by　writing　about　me；　it　is　right　and　just　that　he　should　send　me　half　the　money！”

I　took　the　hint　and　sent　him；　not　money；　but　a　very　fine　hunting…knife　with　his　name　engraved　upon　it。

The　other　story　is　that　not　long　before　his　death；　which　took　place　in　1897；　Lady　Hely…Hutchinson；　the　wife　of　the　Governor　of　Natal；　asked　him　whether　he　was　not　proud　that　his　name　should　appear　in　books　which　the　white　men　read　all　over　the　world。

“No；　Inkoosikazi　（Chieftainess）；”　he　answered；　“to　me　it　is　nothing。　Yet　I　am　glad　that　Indanda　has　set　my　name　in　writings　that　will　not　be　forgotten；　so　that；　when　my　people　are　no　more　a　people；　one　of　them　at　least　may　be　remembered。”

I　have　a　photograph　of　Umslopogaas　which　was　taken　the　day　before　his　death。　The　face　might　have　served　some　Greek　sculptor　for　the　model　of　that　of　a　dying　god。

I　think　that　we　trekked　from　Maritzburg　on　December　20；　1876；　and　took　thirty…five　days　to　traverse　the　four　hundred　odd　miles　between　it　and　Pretoria　in　our　ox…waggon。　It　was　my　first　real　introduction　to　African　travel；　and　I　greatly　enjoyed　the　journey；　hot　as　it　was　at　that　time　of　year。

Well　do　I　remember　our　leisurely　progress　over　the　plains；　the　mountains