Moreover, whenever any of the natives
or Hans tried to inform me, I bade them hold their tongues.
EPILOGUE
I have little more to add to this record, which I fear has grown into
quite a long book. Or, at any rate, although the setting of it down
has amused me during the afternoons and evenings of this endless
English winter, now that the spring is come again I seem to have grown
weary of writing. Therefore I shall leave what remains untold to the
imagination of anyone who chances to read these pages.
We were victorious, and had indeed much cause for gratitude who still
lived to look upon the sun. Yet the night that followed the Battle of
the Gate was a sad one, at least for me, who felt the death of my
friend the foresighted hero, Mavovo, of the bombastic but faithful
Sammy, and of my brave hunters more than I can say. Also the old
Zulu's prophecy concerning me, that I too should die in battle,
weighed upon me, who seemed to have seen enough of such ends in recent
days and to desire one more tranquil.
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