Nada after the heroine of my Zulu tale。 Poor infant； she did not live long； as the following dedication to one of my stories shows：
To the Memory of the Child
NADA BURNHAM
who “bound all to her” and； while her father cut his way through the hordes of the Ingubu Regiment； perished of the hardships of war at Buluwayo on May 22nd； 1896； I dedicate this tale of Faith triumphant over savagery and death。
Burnham was with Wilson when he was wiped out on the banks of the Shangani； together with all his panions； except Burnham himself and his brother…inlaw； Ingram； who had been sent back to try to bring help from the column。 All that tale I have told in the “Red True Story Book” （Longmans）； so I need not repeat it here。 I shall never forget Burnham’s account of how he tracked the missing men in the darkness； by feeling the spoor with his fingers and by smell； or of how； still in the darkness； he counted the Matabele impi as they passed him close enough to touch them。
Subsequently Burnham took service as a scout under our flag in the Boer War。 Indeed I believe that Lord Roberts cabled to him in the Klondike。 Here many things befell him。 Thus he was out scouting from Headquarters at the time of the Sannah’s Post affair； saw the Boers post their ambuscade； saw the British walking into the trap。 He rode to a hill and； with a large red pocket…handkerchief which he always carried； tried to signal to them to keep back。 But nobody would take the slightest notice of his signals。 Even the Boers were puzzled by so barefaced a performance； and for quite a long while did not interfere with him。 So the catastrophe occurred — because it was nobody’s business to take notice of Burnham’s signals！ Ultimately some Boers rode out and made him a prisoner。 They led