' The Man Mountain, so named by natives by reason of its
supposed resemblance to the human figure.
lo Thomas Pringle

Stern she stands, her left hand clasping
By the arm her wondering child ;

He, her shaggy mantle grasping,
Gazes up with Eispect wild.
Thrice in the soft fount of nursing

With sharp steel she pierced a vein, —
Thrice the white oppressor cursing.
While the blood gushed forth amain,—
Wide upon the dark-blue water.
Sprinkling thrice the crimson tide, —
Spoke Jaluhsa's high-souled daughter.
Bold Makanna's widowed bride.
" Thus unto the Demon's River

Blood instead of milk I fling :
Hear, Uhlanga — great Life-giver !

Hear, Toguh — Avenging King !
Thus the mother's feelings tender

In my breast I stifle now :
Thus I summon you to render

Vengeance for the Widow's vow !

" Who shall be the Chief's avenger ?

Who the Champion of the Land ?
Boy ! the pale Son of the Stranger

Is devoted to thy hand.
He who wields the bolt of thunder

Witnesses thy Mother's vow !
He who rends the rocks asunder

To the task shall train thee now !



Thomas Pringle ii

" When thy arm grows strong for battle,

Thou shalt sound Makanna's cry,
Till ten thousand shields shall rattle

To war- club and assegai :
Then, when like hail-storm in harvest

On the foe sweeps thy career,
Shall Uhlanga, whom thou servest,

Make them stubble to thy spear ! "

Thomas Pringle.
Makanna's Gathering.
Wake ! Amakosa,^ wake !

And arm yourselves for war.
As coming winds the forest shake,

I hear a sound from far :
It is not thunder in the sky.
