The White Hecatomb, and Other Stories

"Ehea, Inkosi am. I know by the smell of it that this snuff is of the same kind as that which my grandson brought from you the other day. Well, I am thankful that before I die I...

The old chief of the Amagamedse tribe lay dying in his hut. It was a warm summer's evening, with a sense of moisture on the almost silent breeze, which was borne from the other...

The fish had been biting splendidly since midnight, and when at dawn we ran the boat into a little creek which branched from the main lagoon between steep, shelving, rocky banks...

"From Durban, sir. Been a matter of three weeks on the road. Left my mate at Kokstad, where he 'listed in the Cape Mounted Rifles. Wouldn't have me because I was half-an-inch to...

Matshaka sat on a stone on the highest south-eastern spur of the Intsiza Mountain, just overlooking the Rode Wesleyan Mission Station, one Sunday morning in the month of Novembe...

For nearly two years after Madilenda came to the kraal of Sikulume as his third wife, she was fairly happy, Mamagobatyana, the "great wife," was neither jealous nor exacting; sh...

Whoever has traversed the valley of the Umzinivubu river below the Tabankulu Mountain, in that vicinity where the Tsitsa, the Tina, and the Umzimhlava streams have carved their...

"Yes, my father; for although your years are many less than mine, did you not protect me, even as a father, when these dogs of Fingo policemen would have made me guilty over the...

"Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once; The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees."

"Now take my case," continued the man; "it is only four days since Wallie died, and it was but yesterday we laid him in his grave, and yet to-night I feel hardly any grief. Of c...

Sobede stood in the prisoners' dock before the Circuit Court at Kokstad, between his fellow-prisoners Kwekwe and Gazile, and pleaded "Not Guilty" to the charge of having stolen...

Omfunda sat smoking his pipe alongside the fire he had lit close to the spring gushing out at the foot of the big cliff at the upper end of Krantz Vogel Kloof. The cliff arose s...

I promised Lourens Brand not to tell the tale of his strange adventure and its stranger consequences until at least ten years should have elapsed from the date of his departure...