Bertram Mitford, Forging the Blades: A Tale of the Zulu Rebellion
“ A bullet from Ben Halse clipped one of his plumes, but he shook his head and laughed.“Greeting, U’ Ben! Thy hand and eye are failing,” he roared; bounding, leaping, like a wild beast, in the forefront of his followers, who were now beginning to fall around him in rows. All sides of the camp were busy now, and but for the quick and, literally, massacring fire poured into the rush, would have been overwhelmed.“The chief! The chief!” shouted the excited men. “Now, then, all at him at once. We’ll down the devil.”But they did not. Never still, Sapazani dodged the volley and laughed exultantly. ”
