Note 2 — II THE STORY OF THE KING’S SON AND THE MAGIC SONG A SWAZI TALE

But he could think of no way to save the cattle. And the evening drew on, and the shadow rose over the creek2 and crept up the mountain-side; and the frogs began to croak and the crickets to sing, and everywhere was the humming of the gnats. And he sat under the fig-tree and looked across the valley to the mountain where his enemies were; and he knew that in the morning they would come and kill him and take his cattle.