Indaba-zimbi: first, because it was curious, and secondly, because he
takes some hand in the subsequent events. If that old man was a
humbug, he was a very clever one. What amount of truth there was in his
pretensions to supernatural powers it is not for me to determine, though
I may have my own opinion on the subject. But there was no mistake as to
the extraordinary influence he exercised over his fellow-natives. Also
he quite got round my poor father. At first the old gentleman declined
to have him at the station, for he had a great horror of these Kaffir
wizards or witch-finders. But Indaba-zimbi persuaded him that he was
anxious to investigate the truths of Christianity, and challenged him to
a discussion. The argument lasted two years--to the time of my father's
death, indeed. At the conclusion of each stage Indaba-zimbi would
remark, in the words of the Roman Governor, "Almost, praying white man,
thou persuadest me to become a Christian," but he never quite became
one--indeed, I do not think he ever meant to. It was to him that my
father addressed his "Letters to a Native Doubter." This work, which,
unfortunately, remains in manuscript, is full of wise saws and learned
instances. It ought to be published together with a _précis_ of the
doubter's answers, which were verbal.

So the talk went on. If my father had lived I believe it would be going
on now, for both the disputants were quite inexhaustible. Meanwhile
Indaba-zimbi was allowed to live on the station on condition that he
practised no witchcraft, which my father firmly believed to be a wile of
the devil. He said that he would not, but for all that there was never
an ox lost, or a sudden death, but he was consulted by those interested.

When he had been with us a year, a deputation came to him from the tribe
he had left, asking him to return. Things had not gone well with them
since he went away, they said, and now the chief, his enemy, was