Note 1 — I SETULI; OR, THE KING OF THE BIRDS A SWAZI TALE

The two brothers both looked up, and in a grave voice the old magician said to the birds, “Sakobulas,1 we go to sleep and we get up as we used to do.” This was the magic greeting they expected. I cannot tell you what it meant, but when the sakobulas heard it, they flew away quite satisfied. The two brothers went on digging, and moved farther up the stream. Then a great swarm of dear little rooibekkies2 suddenly appeared, tiny little brown birds with pink breasts and bright red bills. They fluttered all round, chattering gaily.