The words died away in a faint wail, and dread seemed to seize upon the hearts of all who heard them, including our own.  This old woman was very terrible.

“Blood! blood! blood! rivers of blood; blood everywhere.  I see it, I smell it, I taste it—­it is salt! it runs red upon the ground, it rains down from the skies.

“Footsteps! footsteps! footsteps! the tread of the white man coming from afar.  It shakes the earth; the earth trembles before her master.

“Blood is good, the red blood is bright; there is no smell like the smell of new-shed blood.  The lions shall lap it and roar, the vultures shall wash their wings in it and shriek with joy.

“I am old!  I am old!  I have seen much blood; ha, ha! but I shall see more ere I die, and be merry.  How old am I, think ye?  Your fathers knew me, and their fathers knew me, and their fathers’ fathers’ fathers.  I have seen the white man and know his desires.  I am old, but the mountains are older than I. Who made the great road, tell me?  Who wrote the pictures on the rocks, tell me?  Who reared up the three Silent Ones yonder, that gaze across the pit, tell me?” and she pointed towards the three precipitous mountains which we had noticed on the previous night.

“Ye know not, but I know.  It was a white people who were before ye are, who shall be when ye are not, who shall eat you up and destroy you. Yea! yea! yea!

“And what came they for, the White Ones, the Terrible Ones, the skilled in magic and all learning, the strong, the unswerving?  What is that bright stone upon thy forehead, O king?  Whose hands made the iron garments upon thy breast, O king?  Ye know not, but I know.  I the Old One, I the Wise One, I the Isanusi, the witch doctress!”

Then she turned her bald vulture-head towards us.

“What seek ye, white men of the Stars—­ah, yes, of the Stars?  Do ye seek a lost one?  Ye shall not find him here.  He is not here.  Never for ages upon ages has a white foot pressed this land; never except once, and I remember that he left it but to die.  Ye come for bright stones; I know it—­I know it; ye shall find them when the blood is dry; but shall ye return whence ye came, or shall ye stop with me? Ha! ha! ha!

“And thou, thou with the dark skin and the proud bearing,” and she pointed her skinny finger at Umbopa, “who art thou, and what seekest thou?  Not stones that shine, not yellow metal that gleams, these thou leavest to ‘white men from the Stars.’  Methinks I know thee; methinks I can smell the smell of the blood in thy heart.  Strip off the girdle—­”

Here the features of this extraordinary creature became convulsed, and she fell to the ground foaming in an epileptic fit, and was carried into the hut.

The king rose up trembling, and waved his hand.  Instantly the regiments began to file off, and in ten minutes, save for ourselves, the king, and a few attendants, the great space was left empty.