us, Little Flower, and that he would be wise to go to minister to white
ones."

After this, once more he smiled at Tabitha and then shut his eyes again
for the last time, and that was the end of the witch-doctor Menzi.



It may be added that after he had rebuilt the church for the second
time, and numbered all the "Menzi-herd" among his congregation, which he
did now that "the bull of the herd" was dead, as Menzi had foretold that
he would, if Tabitha, whom he had "wrapped with his blanket," decreed
it, Thomas took the sage advice of his departed enemy.

Now, in the after years, he is the must respected if somewhat feared
bishop of white settlers in a remote Dominion of the Crown.

Thomas to-day knows more than he used to know, but one thing he has
never learned, namely that it was the hand of a maid, yes, the little
hidden hand of Tabitha, that drove all "Menzi's herd" into the gates of
the "Heavenly Kraal," as some of them named his church.

For Tabitha knew when to be silent. Perhaps the Kaffirs, whose minds she
could read as an open book, taught her this; or perhaps it was one of
the best gifts to her of old Menzi's "Spirit," into whose care he passed
her with so much formality.



This is the story of the great fight between Thomas Bull the missionary