You Must Have A Stone
In Your Chest, And No Heart At All, Indeed!" Tuba Mokoro Producing
No Impression On The Transformed Chief, One Of The Men, The Most
Sedate Of The Party, Who Seldom Spoke, Took Up The Matter, And Tried
The Lion In Another Strain.
In his slow quiet way he expostulated
with him on the impropriety of such conduct to strangers, who had
never injured him.
"We were travelling peaceably through the country
back to our own chief. We never killed people, nor stole anything.
The buffalo meat was ours, not his, and it did not become a great
chief like him to be prowling round in the dark, trying, like a
hyena, to steal the meat of strangers. He might go and hunt for
himself, as there was plenty of game in the forest." The Pondoro,
being deaf to reason, and only roaring the louder, the men became
angry, and threatened to send a ball through him if he did not go
away. They snatched up their guns to shoot him, but he prudently
kept in the dark, outside the luminous circle made by our camp fires,
and there they did not like to venture. A little strychnine was put
into a piece of meat, and thrown to him, when he soon departed, and
we heard no more of the majestic sneaker.
The Kebrabasa people were now plumper and in better condition than on
our former visits; the harvest had been abundant; they had plenty to
eat and drink, and they were enjoying life as much as ever they
could.
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