Nahoon stood up and shook himself, looking gigantic
in the shadows of the morning.
"What is your will, _Umlungu_ (white man), that you are up before the
sun?"
"My will, _Muntumpofu_ (yellow man), is to hunt buffalo," answered
Hadden coolly. It irritated him that this savage should give him no
title of any sort.
"Your pardon," said the Zulu reading his thoughts, "but I cannot call
you _Inkoos_ because you are not my chief, or any man's; still if the
title 'white man' offends you, we will give you a name."
"As you wish," answered Hadden briefly.
Accordingly they gave him a name, _Inhlizin-mgama_, by which he was
known among them thereafter, but Hadden was not best pleased when he
found that the meaning of those soft-sounding syllables was "Black
Heart." That was how the _inyanga_ had addressed him--only she used
different words.
An hour later, and they were in the swampy bush country that lay behind
the encampment searching for their game. Within a very little while
Nahoon held up his hand, then pointed to the ground.
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