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When I reached Nodwengu I was taken ill and laid up in my wagon for about a fortnight. What my exact sickness was I do not know, for I had no doctor at hand to tell me, as even the missionaries had fled the country. Fever resulting from fatigue, exposure and excitement, and complicated with fearful headache-caused, I presume, by the blow which I received in the battle-were its principal symptoms.
When I began to get better, Scowl and some Zulu friends who came to see me informed me that the whole land was in a fearful state of disorder, and that Umbelazi's adherents, the _Isigqosa_, were still being hunted out and killed. It seems that it was even suggested by some of the _Usutu_ that I should share their fate, but on this point Panda was firm. Indeed, he appears to have said publicly that whoever lifted a spear against me, his friend and guest, lifted it against him, and would be the cause of a new war. So the _Usutu_ left me alone, perhaps because they were satisfied with fighting for a while, and thought it wisest to be content with what they had won.