"What is it, Umbopa, son of a fool?" I shouted in Zulu.
"It is food and water, Macumazahn," and again he waved the
Then I saw what he had got. It was a melon. We had hit upon
a patch of wild melons, thousands of them, and dead ripe.
"Melons!" I yelled to Good, who was next me; and in another
second he had his false teeth fixed in one.
I think we ate about six each before we had done, and, poor
fruit as they were, I doubt if I ever thought anything nicer.