Three days after the butchery, all that remained of the slaughtered animals was the dried meat and polished bones.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
DRIVEN AWAY.
Four days after the unsuccessful attempt to capture the young giraffes in the hopo, the spoor of others were found on the river-bank.
Another herd of camelopards had made a home in the forest of _cameel-doorn_. Some of the herd were young. This was evident from the spoor.
The hopes of Groot Willem, that he might succeed in accomplishing his dearest wishes, were again high and strong; and his companions were no less enthusiastic.
Another attempt to fulfil their mission might be successful.
If so, Hendrik and Arend within a few weeks would be in the society of those of whom they were hourly thinking, and Hans would be making preparations for the long-contemplated visit to Europe.
The chief Macora had not shown the least inclination to abandon them on the failure of the first attempt. He had promised his a.s.sistance until the object they desired should be obtained; and, although domestic and political duties called him home, he stated his determination to stay with them.
His promise had been given to Willem, and everything was to be sacrificed before that could be broken.
For his devoted friendship the hunters were not ungrateful. They had learnt by this that without his a.s.sistance they could do nothing.
On the evening before the day intended for the second trial of the hopo, the giraffe hunters, in high spirits, were sharing with the chief their last bottle of Schiedam, as a substantial tribute of respect to the man who had made their wishes his own.
While indulging in pleasant antic.i.p.ations of the morrow, their designs were suddenly upset by a communication from Sindo.
He had but just returned from a journey to the north,--to the place where he had found a home after being banished by Macora,--to the tribe which owned for its chief him whose horses had been shot by our hunters.
Sindo"s visit had been a stolen one, for the purpose of bringing away his wife and children. In this he had been successful; but he had also succeeded in bringing away something more,--information that the Zooloo chief, that our young hunters had offended, was still thirsting for revenge for his losses and disappointments.
He had seen Moselekatse, the tyrant-king of all that part of Africa, and had informed him that the Makololo chief, Macora,--his old enemy,--had returned to his former home, and had robbed a friend of the n.o.ble chief Moselekatse of valuable property,--of horses, guns, and slaves.
A large force had immediately been sent to capture Macora and his people, or chase them, as Sindo said, "out of the world."
The enemy might be expected in two or three hours!
Sindo"s warning was not unheeded; and scouts were at once sent out to watch for the approach of the enemy. A danger that Macora had already apprehended was now threatening them.
Early next morning the scouts returned with the report that Moselekatse"s warriors were indeed coming. They had camped during the night about five miles off, and might be upon them within an hour.
Hastily springing upon their horses, Arend and Hendrik galloped off in the direction of the enemy, for the purpose of making a reconnaissance.
During their absence the others were packing up all their valuables, and making preparation for either a fight or a flight.
The two cornets returned half an hour afterwards, bringing the report, that about three hundred armed men were approaching.
"There is not the least doubt but that they mean war," said Hendrik.
"We rode up to within three hundred yards of them. Immediately on seeing us they commenced yelling, and rushing about the plain; and, as we turned to ride back, several spears were sent after us."
"Then the sooner we get away from here the better," suggested Hans.
"There are too many of them for us to hold our own with."
"Macora does not seem to think so," observed Groot Willem.
All turned to the chief, who, along with his men, was observed making preparations for a pitched battle.
"Ask him, Congo," said Willem, "if he thinks we can drive the enemy back."
The Kaffir made the inquiry, and was told, in reply, that Moselekatse"s men were never driven back except by superior numbers, and that they certainly would not be defeated by a few.
"But what means that? Is he going to stay here for all of us to be killed?"
To this question the chief answered that he and his men were going to act according to the desire of his friend Willem.
"Then they shall be off as quick as possible," said Willem. "None of them shall lose their lives on my account, if I can help it."
Not a moment was lost in getting away from the ground and so sudden was the departure that the Makololo had to leave behind them the dried meat they had taken so much trouble in curing.
The retreat was not commenced one moment too soon. As Groot Willem and Hendrik remained a little behind the others, they beheld the enemy approaching the spot that had been relinquished by the Makololo, apparently eager for a conflict.
There was no longer a doubt of the real object of their visit. They had come for the purpose of taking vengeance. Their cries and angry gestures proclaimed it; and, without waiting to see or hear more, the young hunters put spurs to their steeds and joined Macora in the retreat.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
THE RETREAT.
Macora and his party were in hopes that the pursuit might not be continued far,--that the enemy, satisfied in having broken up their camp and driven them off the ground, would return to their own country.
In this hope they were doomed to disappointment. It turned out that those in pursuit of them formed an expedition sent out by Moselekatse for the purpose of extending his dominion and there was not the least likelihood that the tyrant would relinquish his object until he had obtained success. This soon became the conviction of Macora; and he lost no time in hastening back to his home, and preparing for the invasion.
As the Makololo are of a race superior to most other South African tribes, the young hunters were surprised to see the feeling of alarm exhibited by them on learning that on of Moselekatse"s armies was advancing to attack them. In place of preparing to resist the approaching foe, a majority of the Makololo seemed only to contemplate flight.
A little information from Macora concerning Moselekatse was a satisfactory explanation of this mystery. He informed his white guests that the Matabili--that is, the people of Moselekatse--were the greatest warriors in Southern Africa,--that Moselekatse, their king, could command five thousand men, and that frequently his orders to the officers who led them to battle were to give no quarter to the enemy.
Macora admitted that his own people were not cowards, but that he could not maintain a war against such a king as Moselekatse. He was quite certain that, should they make a stand and give battle to the foe, at least one half of his tribe would be killed. They would moreover be stripped of all their property, and what was left of the tribe would have to become slaves of the tyrant, and look after his cattle. There was but one way of holding their own with Moselekatse; and that was to remove everything of any value beyond his reach. By this means had Macora and his people maintained their independence for several years, and the same method must be resorted to again.
This was the decision arrived at; and, on reaching his own kraal, Macora at once put the design into execution.
The cattle were hastily collected and driven off, while the men, women, and children started after them, each carrying a load of household utensils, elephants" teeth, and such other property as could be conveniently removed in such a hasty decampment. The women, children, and cattle were sent on in advance, while Macora and his warriors followed behind as a rear-guard, to protect them against any surprise.
Some time would be required in crossing the Limpopo, and, as the distance to the nearest drift was about five miles, there could be danger of an attack before all could effect the crossing of the stream.
This fear was fully realised. The ford was not a safe one; and there was great difficulty in getting some of the cattle to take it: many of them had to be a.s.sisted in landing on the opposite bank. All this required time; and, before the crossing was completed an alarm was given. The Matabili were coming up in the rear.
So accustomed were Moselekatse"s warriors to success in any engagement, that they made no halt before commencing hostilities, although not more than two hundred of them had got forward upon the ground.
Armed with a.s.segais, and defended with shields, they rushed forward with hideous yells, exhibiting an insatiate thirst for blood that can only be acquired by long familiarity with deeds of violence.