Then, after three or four minutes of this, he proceeded to salute us separately with “Sakubona, Umlungu!” delivered with measured deliberation at intervals of about a quarter of a minute, each salutation being accompanied by the customary upward movement of the head—their respectful equivalent of our nod or bow.

Au umlúngu!” went on the speaker, “Were you all mad, you four poor whites, that you thought to come into the country of the Great Chief, Sarili, the Chief Paramount, and eat the cattle of his children?”

“Here is food for you, Umlúngu,” said one of them.

“Why do you come here making war upon me and my people, umlúngu!” said the chief, shortly.

Whau umlúngu!” broke off his informant.