Swallow: A Tale of the Great Trek by H. Rider Haggard

  Now Suzanne was left alone upon the great veldt, and fear took holdof her, for she was broken in body and mind, and the place was verydesolate; also she dreaded lest lions should take her, for she couldhear them roaring in the distance, or Swart Piet, who was worse than anylion. Still she was so weary that after washing her face and hands in aspring close by, presently she fell asleep. When she awoke the east wastinged with the first grey light of the coming dawn, and it seemed toher as though some cold hand of fear had gripped her heart of a suddenand aroused her from heavy sleep. A sound caused her to look up, andthere on the crest of the rise before her, some three hundred yardsaway, she saw dark forms moving, and caught sight of spears thatglimmered in the moonlight.

  "Now there is an end," thought Suzanne to herself, "for without doubtyonder stands a Zulu impi; the same that attacked the Umpondwana, forI can see the crane's feathers in their head-dresses," and she crouchedupon the ground in an extremity of dread.