Lastly, the angel
who watches me brought you here in time before I was quite cooked
through. So all's well that ends well, Mr. Quatermain, though it is
true that for my part I have had enough of bloody war, and if I live
to regain civilized regions I propose henceforth to follow the art of
food-dressing in the safe kitchen of an hotel; that is, if I cannot
obtain a berth as an instructor in the English tongue!"
"Yes," I answered, "all's well that ends well, Sammy my boy, and at
any rate you have saved the stores, for which we should be thankful to
you. So go along with Mr. Stephen and get doctored while we haul them
out of that grain-pit."
Three days later we bid farewell to old Bausi, who almost wept at
parting with us, and the Mazitu, who were already engaged in the re-
building of their town. Mavovo and the other Zulus who died in the
Battle of the Gate, we buried on the ridge opposite to it, raising a
mound of earth over them that thereby they might be remembered in
generations to come, and laying around them the Mazitu who had fallen
in the fight.
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