PILATE 'SL'XM* 
INANDA KRAAL, NATAL. 
Within the British colony of Natal there exists a large native population of Zulus who have 
Heel from the tyranny and despotism of their own territory, and have sought an asylum under the 
protection of the whites. These refugees have had locations assigned them by the Government, 
and are dwelling in comfort and security in their own 
kraals, free from the continual dread of being surprised 
during the night, and dragged forth to slaughter, as was 
too frequently the case in their own kingdom. One of these 
native locations is in the district of Inanda, a romantic- 
region, with steep rugged mountains, table-topped, and in¬ 
tersected by lovely valleys, through which streams murmur 
beneath the rich jungle that shades them from the sun. 
“ Girt by the palmite’s leafy screen." 
On the slopes of these mountain valleys may he seen 
numerous kraals, from whence the smoke curls up in quiet 
wreaths, telling of homes and repose amongst the sons of 
benighted Africa. One of these kraal scenes is represented 
in the Plate. On the left is the enclosure into which the 
cattle are driven at night to protect them from the attacks 
of leopards and hyenas; in the foreground, to the right, 
stand several “ izzelulus,” or reed storehouses for grain and 
pumpkins, and near them is a group of lads, one of whom 
is playing on a musical instrument. 
The high table mountains of the Inanda are visited by 
violent thunder-storms, that crash and roll above their 
stern precipices with a grandeur truly awful. The majestic 
effects produced amidst this mountain scenery during such 
storms must be witnessed to be understood; the gleams of 
sunshine revealing some projecting rock amid the mist of 
whirling cloud,—the fleeting rainbow stretching across the 
yellow and watery sky,—the solemn thunder re-echoed from 
a thousand crags, and the vivid and forked lightning that 
are the scenes that Nature presents in all her majesty amongst the mountains of Natal, 
SSUI.U MUSICIAN. 
plays in zig-zag streamers with a terrible brilliancy. — these 
“ Where the grim satyr-faced baboon 
Sits jabbering to the rising moon. 
Or chides with hoarse and angry cry 
The herdsman as he wanders by," 
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