Title: My Dark Companions - And Their Strange Stories
Author: Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
Language: English
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My Dark Companions, by Henry M. Stanley.

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MY DARK COMPANIONS, BY HENRY M. STANLEY.



PREFACE.

The nightly custom of gathering around the camp fire, and entertaining
one another with stories, began in 1875, after Sabadu, a page of King
Mtesa, had astonished his hearers with the legend of the "Blameless
Priest."

Our circle was free to all, and was frequently well attended; for when
it was seen that the more accomplished narrators were suitably rewarded,
and that there was a great deal of amusement to be derived, few could
resist the temptation to approach and listen, unless fatigue or illness
prevented them.

Many of the stories related were naturally of little value, having
neither novelty nor originality; and in many cases, especially where the
Zanzibaris were the narrators, the stories were mere importations from
Asia; while others, again, were mere masks of low inclinations.  I
therefore had often to sit out a lengthy tale which had not a single
point in it.

But whenever a real aborigine of the interior undertook to tell a tale
of the old days, we were sure to hear something new and striking; the
language became more quaint, and in almost every tale there was a
distinct moral.

The following legends are the choicest and most curious of those that
were related to me during seventeen years, and which have not been
hitherto published in any of my books of travel.  Faithfully as I have
endeavoured to follow the unsophisticated narrators it is impossible for
me to reproduce the simplicity of style with which they were given, or
to describe the action which accompanied them.  I take my cue from the
African native.  He told them with the view of pleasing his native
audience, after much solicitation.  He was unused to the art of public
speaking, and never dreamed that he was exposing himself to criticism.
He was also shy, and somewhat indolent, or tired perhaps, and would
prefer listening to others rather than speak himself, but though
protesting strongly that his memory was defective, and that he could not
remember anything, he yielded at last for the sake of peace, and
good-fellowship.  As these few, now about to be published, are not
wholly devoid of a certain merit as examples of Central African lore,
and oral literature, I have thought it best to consider myself only as a
translator and to render them into English with as direct and true a
version as possible.

I begin with the Creation of Man merely for preference, and not
according to the date on which it was related.  The legend was delivered
by Matageza, a native of the Basoko, in December, 1883.  [The Basoko are
a tribe occupying the right bank of the Aruwimi river from its
confluence with the Congo to within a short distance of the rapids of
Yambuya, and inland for a few marches.]  He had been an assiduous
attendant at our nightly circle, but hitherto had not opened his mouth.
Finally, as the silence at the camp fire was getting somewhat awkward,
Baruti, one of my tent-boys, was pressed to say something; but he drew
back, saying that he never was able to remember a thing that was told to
him, but, added he, "Matageza is clever; I have heard him tell a long
legend about the making of the first man by the moon."

All eyes were at once turned upon Matageza, who was toasting his feet by
a little fire of his own, and there was a chorus of cries for "Matageza!
Matageza!"  He affected great reluctance to come forward, but the men,
whose curiosity was aroused, would not take a denial, and some of them
seized him, and dragged him with loud laughter to the seat of honour.
After a good deal of urging and a promise of a fine cloth if the story
was good, he cleared his throat and began the strange legend of the
Creation of Man as follows:--



CHAPTER ONE.

THE CREATION OF MAN.

In the old, old time, all this land, and indeed all the whole earth was
covered with sweet water.

But the water dried up or disappeared somewhere, and the grasses, herbs,
and plants began to spring up above the ground, and some grew, in the
course of many moons, into trees, great and small, and the water was
confined into streams and rivers, pools and lakes, and as the rain fell
it kept the streams and rivers running, and the pools and lakes always
fresh.  There was no living thing moving upon the earth, until one day
there sat by one of the pools a large Toad.  How long he had lived, or
how he came to exist, is not known; it is suspected, however, that the
water brought him forth out of some virtue that was in it.  In the sky
there was only the Moon glowing and shining--on the earth there was but
this one Toad.  It is said that they met and conversed together, and
that one day the Moon said to him:

"I have an idea.  I propose to make a man and a woman to live on the
fruits of the earth, for I believe that there is rich abundance of food
on it fit for such creatures."

"Nay," said the Toad, "let me make them, for I can make them fitter for
the use of the earth than thou canst, for I belong to the earth, while
thou belongest to the sky."

"Verily," replied the Moon, "thou hast the power to create creatures
which shall have but a brief existence; but if I make them, they will
have something of my own nature; and it is a pity that the creatures of
one's own making should suffer and die.  Therefore, O Toad, I propose to
reserve the power of creation for myself, that the creatures may be
endowed with perfection and enduring life."

"Ah, Moon, be not envious of the power which I share with thee, but let
me have my way.  I will give them forms such as I have often dreamed of.
The thought is big within me, and I insist upon realising my ideas."

"An thou be so resolved, observe my words, both thou and they shall die.
Thou I shall slay myself and end utterly; and thy creatures can but
follow thee, being of such frail material as thou canst give them."

"Ah, thou art angry now, but I heed thee not.  I am resolved that the
creatures to inhabit this earth shall be of my own creating.  Attend
thou to thine own empire in the sky."

Then the Moon rose and soared upward, where with his big, shining face
he shone upon all the world.

The Toad grew great with his conception, until it ripened and issued out
in the shape of twin beings, full-grown male and female.  These were the
first like our kind that ever trod the earth.

The Moon beheld the event with rage, and left his place in the sky to
punish the Toad, who had infringed the privilege that he had thought to
reserve for himself.  He came direct to Toad's pool, and stood blazingly
bright over it.

"Miserable," he cried, "what hast thou done?"

"Patience, Moon, I but exercised my right and power.  It was within me
to do it, and lo, the deed is done."

"Thou hast exalted thyself to be my equal in thine own esteem.  Thy
conceit has clouded thy wit, and obscured the memory of the warning I
gave thee.  Even hadst thou obtained a charter from me to attempt the
task, thou couldst have done no better than thou hast done.  As much as
thou art inferior to me, so these will be inferior to those I could have
endowed this earth with.  Thy creatures are pitiful things, mere animals
without sense, without the gift of perception or self-protection.  They
see, they breathe, they exist; their lives can be measured by one round
journey of mine.  Were it not out of pity for them, I would even let
them die.  Therefore for pity's sake I propose to improve somewhat on
what thou hast done: their lives shall be lengthened, and such
intelligence as malformed beings as these can contain will I endow them
with, that they may have guidance through a life which with all my power
must be troubled and sore.  But as for thee, whilst thou exist my rage
is perilous to them, therefore to save thy kin I end thee."

Saying which the Moon advanced upon Toad, and the fierce sparks from his
burning face were shot forth, and fell upon the Toad until he was
consumed.

The Moon then bathed in the pool, that the heat of his anger might be
moderated, and the water became so heated that it was like that which is
in a pot over a fire, and he stayed in it until the hissing and bubbling
had subsided.

Then the Moon rose out of the pool, and sought the creatures of Toad:
and when he had found them, he called them unto him, but they were
afraid and hid themselves.

At this sight the Moon smiled, as you sometimes see him on fine nights,
when he is a clear white, and free from stain or blurr, and he was
pleased that Toad's creatures were afraid of him.  "Poor things," said
he, "Toad has left me much to do yet before I can make them fit to be
the first of earthly creatures."  Saying which he took hold of them, and
bore them to the pool wherein he had bathed, and which had been the home
of Toad.  He held them in the water for some time, tenderly bathing
them, and stroking them here and there as a potter does to his
earthenware, until he had moulded them into something similar to the
shape we men and women possess now.  The male became distinguished by
breadth of shoulder, depth of chest, larger bones, and more substantial
form; the female was slighter in chest, slimmer of waist, and the
breadth and fulness of the woman was midmost of the body at the hips.
Then the Moon gave them names; the man he called Bateta, the woman
Hanna, and he addressed them and said:

"Bateta, see this earth and the trees, and herbs and plants and grasses;
the whole is for thee and thy wife Hanna, and for thy children whom
Hanna thy wife shall bear unto thee.  I have re-made thee greatly, that
thou and thine may enjoy such things as thou mayest find needful and
fit.  In order that thou mayest discover what things are not noxious but
beneficial for thee, I have placed the faculty of discernment within thy
head, which thou must exercise before thou canst become wise.  The more
thou prove this, the more wilt thou be able to perceive the abundance of
good things the earth possesses for the creatures which are to inhabit
it.  I have made thee and thy wife as perfect as is necessary for the
preservation and enjoyment of the term of life, which by nature of the
materials the Toad made thee of must needs be short.  It is in thy power
to prolong or shorten it.  Some things I must teach thee.  I give thee
first an axe.  I make a fire for thee, which thou must feed from time to
time with wood, and the first and most necessary utensil for daily use.
Observe me while I make it for thee."

The Moon took some dark clay by the pool and mixed it with water, then
kneaded it, and twisted it around until its shape was round and hollowed
within, and he covered it with the embers of the fire, and baked it; and
when it was ready he handed it to them.

"This vessel," continued the Moon, "is for the cooking of food.  Thou
wilt put water into it, and place whatsoever edible thou desirest to eat
in the water.  Thou wilt then place the vessel on the fire, which in
time will boil the water and cook the edible.  All vegetables, such as
roots and bulbs, are improved in flavour and give superior nourishment
by being thus cooked.  It will become a serious matter for thee to know
which of all the things pleasant in appearance are also pleasant for the
palate.  But shouldst thou be long in doubt and fearful of harm, ask and
I will answer thee."

Having given the man and woman their first lesson, the Moon ascended to
the sky, and from his lofty place shone upon them, and upon all the
earth with a pleased expression, which comforted greatly the lonely
pair.

Having watched the ascending Moon until he had reached his place in the
sky, Bateta and Hanna rose and travelled on by the beautiful light which
he gave them, until they came to a very large tree that had fallen.  The
thickness of the prostrate trunk was about twice their height.  At the
greater end of it there was a hole, into which they could walk without
bending.  Feeling a desire for sleep, Bateta laid his fire down outside
near the hollowed entrance, cut up dry fuel, and his wife piled it on
the fire, while the flames grew brighter and lit the interior.  Bateta
took Hanna by the hand and entered within the tree, and the two lay down
together.  But presently both complained of the hardness of their bed,
and Bateta, after pondering awhile, rose, and going out, plucked some
fresh large leaves of a plant that grew near the fallen tree, and
returned laden with it.  He spread it about thickly, and Hanna rolled
herself on it, and laughed gleefully as she said to Bateta that it was
soft and smooth and nice; and opening her arms, she cried, "Come,
Bateta, and rest by my side."

Though this was the first day of their lives, the Moon had so perfected
the unfinished and poor work of the Toad that they were both mature man
and woman.  Within a month Hanna bore twins, of whom one was male and
the other female, and they were tiny doubles of Bateta and Hanna, which
so pleased Bateta that he ministered kindly to his wife who, through her
double charge, was prevented from doing anything else.

Thus it was that Bateta, anxious for the comfort of his wife, and for
the nourishment of his children, sought to find choice things, but could
find little to please the dainty taste which his wife had contracted.
Whereupon, looking up to Moon with his hands uplifted, he cried out:

"O Moon, list to thy creature Bateta!  My wife lies languishing, and she
has a taste strange to me which I cannot satisfy, and the children that
have been born unto us feed upon her body, and her strength decreases
fast.  Come down, O Moon, and show me what fruit or herbs will cure her
longing."

The Moon heard Bateta's voice, and coming out from behind the cloud with
a white, smiling face, said, "It is well, Bateta; lo!  I come to help
thee."

When the Moon had approached Bateta, he showed the golden fruit of the
banana--which was the same plant whose leaves had formed the first bed
of himself and wife.

"O Bateta, smell this fruit.  How likest thou its fragrance?"

"It is beautiful and sweet.  O Moon, if it be as wholesome for the body
as it is sweet to smell, my wife will rejoice in it."

Then the Moon peeled the banana and offered it to Bateta, upon which he
boldly ate it, and the flavour was so pleasant that he besought
permission to take one to his wife.  When Hanna had tasted it she also
appeared to enjoy it; but she said, "Tell Moon that I need something
else, for I have no strength, and I am thinking that this fruit will not
give to me what I lose by these children."

Bateta went out and prayed to Moon to listen to Hanna's words--which
when he had heard, he said, "It was known to me that this should be,
wherefore look round, Bateta, and tell me what thou seest moving
yonder."

"Why, that is a buffalo."

"Rightly named," replied Moon.  "And what follows it?"

"A goat."

"Good again.  And what next?"

"An antelope."

"Excellent, O Bateta; and what may the next be?"

"A sheep."

"Sheep it is, truly.  Now look up above the trees, and tell me what thou
seest soaring over them."

"I see fowls and pigeons."

"Very well called, indeed," said Moon.  "These I give unto thee for
meat.  The buffalo is strong and fierce, leave him for thy leisure; but
the goat, sheep, and fowls, shall live near thee, and shall partake of
thy bounty.  There are numbers in the woods which will come to thee when
they are filled with their grazing and their pecking.  Take any of
them--either goat, sheep, or fowl--bind it, and chop its head off with
thy hatchet.  The blood will sink into the soil; the meat underneath the
outer skin is good for food, after being boiled or roasted over the
fire.  Haste now, Bateta; it is meat thy wife craves, and she needs
naught else to restore her strength.  So prepare instantly and eat."

The Moon floated upward, smiling and benignant, and Bateta hastened to
bind a goat, and made it ready as the Moon had advised.  Hanna, after
eating of the meat which was prepared by boiling, soon recovered her
strength, and the children throve, and grew marvellously.

One morning Bateta walked out of his hollowed house, and lo! a change
had come over the earth.  Right over the tops of the trees a great globe
of shining, dazzling light looked out from the sky, and blazed white and
bright over all.  Things that he had seen dimly before were now more
clearly revealed.  By the means of the strange light hung up in the sky
he saw the difference between that which the Moon gave and that new
brightness which now shone out.  For, without, the trees and their
leaves seemed clad in a luminous coat of light, while underneath it was
but a dim reflection of that which was without, and to the sight it
seemed like the colder light of the Moon.

And in the cooler light that prevailed below the foliage of the trees
there were gathered hosts of new and strange creatures; some large,
others of medium, and others of small size.

Astonished at these changes, he cried, "Come out, O Hanna, and see the
strange sights without the dwelling, for verily I am amazed, and know
not what has happened."

Obedient, Hanna came out with the children and stood by his side, and
was equally astonished at the brightness of the light and at the numbers
of creatures which in all manner of sizes and forms stood in the shade
ranged around them, with their faces towards the place where they stood.

"What may this change portend, O Bateta?" asked his wife.

"Nay, Hanna, I know not.  All this has happened since the Moon departed
from me."

"Thou must perforce call him again, Bateta, and demand the meaning of
it, else I shall fear harm unto thee, and unto these children."

"Thou art right, my wife, for to discover the meaning of all this
without other aid than my own wits would keep us here until we
perished."

Then he lifted his voice, and cried out aloud upward, and at the sound
of his voice all the creatures gathered in the shades looked upward, and
cried with their voices; but the meaning of their cry, though there was
an infinite variety of sound, from the round, bellowing voice of the
lion to the shrill squeak of the mouse, was:

"Come down unto us, O Moon, and explain the meaning of this great change
unto us; for thou only who madest us can guide our sense unto the right
understanding of it."

When they had ended their entreaty unto the Moon, there came a voice
from above, which sounded like distant thunder, saying, "Rest ye where
ye stand, until the brightness of this new light shall have faded, and
ye distinguish my milder light and that of the many children which have
been born unto me, when I shall come unto you and explain."

Thereupon they rested each creature in its own place, until the great
brightness, and the warmth which the strange light gave faded and
lessened, and it was observed that it disappeared from view on the
opposite side to that where it had first been seen, and also immediately
after at the place of its disappearance the Moon was seen, and all over
the sky were visible the countless little lights which the children of
the Moon gave.

Presently, after Bateta had pointed these out to Hanna and the children,
the Moon shone out bland, and its face was covered with gladness, and he
left the sky smiling, and floated down to the earth, and stood not far
off from Bateta, in view of him and his family, and of all the creatures
under the shade.

"Hearken, O Bateta, and ye creatures of prey and pasture.  A little
while ago, ye have seen the beginning of the measurement of time, which
shall be divided hereafter into day and night.  The time that lapses
between the Sun's rising and its setting shall be called day, that which
shall lapse between its setting and re-rising shall be called night.
The light of the day proceeds from the Sun, but the light of the night
proceeds from me and from my children the stars; and as ye are all my
creatures, I have chosen that my softer light shall shine during the
restful time wherein ye sleep, to recover the strength lost in the
waking time, and that ye shall be daily waked for the working time by
the stronger light of the Sun.  This rule never-ending shall remain.

"And whereas Bateta and his wife are the first of creatures, to them,
their families, and kind that shall be born unto them, shall be given
pre-eminence over all creatures made, not that they are stronger, or
swifter, but because to them only have I given understanding and a gift
of speech to transmit it.  Perfection and everlasting life had also been
given, but the taint of the Toad remains in the system, and the result
will be death,--death to all living things, Bateta and Hanna excepted.
In the fulness of time, when their limbs refuse to bear the burden of
their bodies and their marrow has become dry, my first-born shall return
to me, and I shall absorb them.  Children shall be born innumerable unto
them, until families shall expand into tribes, and from here, as from a
spring, mankind will outflow and overspread all lands, which are now but
wild and wold, ay, even to the farthest edge of the earth.

"And hearken, O Bateta, the beasts which thou seest, have sprung from
the ashes of the Toad.  On the day that he measured his power against
mine, and he was consumed by my fire, there was one drop of juice left
in his head.  It was a life-germ which soon grew into another toad.
Though not equal in power to the parent toad, thou seest what he has
done.  Yonder beasts of prey and pasture and fowls are his work.  As
fast as they were conceived by him, and uncouth and ungainly they were,
I dipped them into Toad's Pool, and perfected them outwardly, according
to their uses, and, as thou seest, each specimen has its mate.  Whereas,
both thou and they alike have the acrid poison of the toad, thou from
the parent, they in a greater measure from the child toad, the mortal
taint when ripe will end both man and beast.  No understanding nor gift
of speech has been given to them, and they are as inferior to thyself as
the child toad was to the parent toad.  Wherefore, such qualities as
thou mayst discover in them, thou mayst employ in thy services.
Meantime, let them go out each to its own feeding-ground, lair, or
covert, and grow and multiply, until the generations descending from
thee shall have need for them.  Enough for thee with the bounties of the
forest, jungle, and plain, are the goats, sheep, and fowls.  At thy
leisure, Bateta, thou mayst strike and eat such beasts as thou seest
akin in custom to these that will feed from thy hand.  The waters abound
in fish that are thine at thy need, the air swarms with birds which are
also thine, as thy understanding will direct thee.

"Thou wilt be wise to plant all such edibles as thou mayest discover
pleasing to the palate and agreeable to thy body, but be not rash in
assuming that all things pleasant to the eye are grateful to thy
inwards.

"So long as thou and Hanna are on the earth, I promise thee my aid and
counsel; and what I tell thee and thy wife thou wilt do well to teach
thy children, that the memory of useful things be not forgotten--for
after I take thee to myself, I come no more to visit man.  Enter thy
house now, for it is a time, as I have told thee, for rest and sleep.
At the shining of the greater light, thou wilt waken for active life and
work, and family care and joys.  The beasts shall also wander each to
his home in the earth, on the tops of the trees, in the bush, or in the
cavern.  Fare thee well, Bateta, and have kindly care for thy wife Hanna
and the children."

The Moon ended his speech, and floated upward, radiant and gracious,
until he rested in his place in the sky, and all the children of the
Moon twinkled for joy and gladness so brightly, as the parent of the
world entered his house, that all the heavens for a short time seemed
burning.  Then the Moon drew over him his cloudy cloak, and the little
children of the Moon seemed to get drowsy, for they twinkled dimly, and
then a darkness fell over all the earth, and in the darkness man and
beast retired, each to his own place, according as the Moon had
directed.

A second time Bateta waked from sleep, and walked out to wonder at the
intense brightness of the burning light that made the day.  Then he
looked around him, and his eyes rested upon a noble flock of goats and
sheep, all of whom bleated their morning welcome, while the younglings
pranced about in delight, and after curvetting around, expressed in
little bleats the joy they felt at seeing their chief, Bateta.  His
attention was also called to the domestic fowls; there were red and
white and spotted cocks, and as many coloured hens, each with its own
brood of chicks.  The hens trotted up to their master--cluck, cluck,
clucking--the tiny chicks, following each its own mother--cheep, cheep,
cheeping--while the cocks threw out their breasts and strutted grandly
behind, and crowed with their trumpet throats, "All hail, master."

Then the morning wind rose and swayed the trees, plants, and grasses,
and their tops bending before it bowed their salutes to the new king of
the earth, and thus it was that man knew that his reign over all was
acknowledged.

A few months afterwards, another double birth occurred, and a few months
later there was still another, and Bateta remembered the number of
months that intervened between each event, and knew that it would be a
regular custom for all time.  At the end of the eighteenth year, he
permitted his first-born to choose a wife, and when his other children
grew up he likewise allowed them to select their wives.  At the end of
ninety years, Hanna had born to Bateta two hundred and forty-two
children, and there were grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and
countless great-great-grandchildren, and they lived to an age many times
the length of the greatest age amongst us now-a-days.  When they were so
old that it became a trouble to them to live, the Moon came down to the
earth as he had promised, and bore them to himself, and soon after the
first-born twins died and were buried in the earth, and after that the
deaths were many and more frequent.  People ceased to live as long as
their parents had done, for sickness, dissensions, wars, famines,
accidents ended them and cut their days short, until they at last forgot
how to live long, and cared not to think how their days might be
prolonged.  And it has happened after this manner down to us who now
live.  The whole earth has become filled with mankind, but the dead that
are gone and forgotten are far greater in number than those now alive
upon the earth.

Ye see now, my friends, what mischief the Toad did unto all mankind.
Had his conceit been less, and had he waited a little, the good Moon
would have conceived us of a nobler kind than we now are, and the taint
of the Toad had not cursed man.  Wherefore abandon headstrong ways, and
give not way to rashness, but pay good heed to the wise and old, lest ye
taint in like manner the people, and cause the innocent, the young, and
the weak to suffer.  I have spoken my say.  If ye have heard aught
displeasing, remember I but tell the tale as it was told unto me.

"Taking it as a mere story," said Baraka, "it is very well told, but I
should like to know why the Moon did not teach Bateta the value of
manioc, since he took the trouble to tell him about the banana."

"For the reason," answered Matageza, "that when he showed him the
banana, there was no one but the Moon could have done so.  But after the
Moon had given goats and sheep and fowls for his companions, his own
lively intelligence was sufficient to teach Bateta many things.  The
goats became great pets of Bateta, and used to follow him about.  He
observed that there was a certain plant to which the goats flocked with
great greed, to feed upon the tops until their bellies became round and
large with it.  One day the idea came to him that if the goats could
feed so freely upon it without harm, it might be also harmless to him.
Whereupon he pulled the plant up and earned it home.  While he was
chopping up the tops for the pot his pet goats tried to eat the tuber
which was the root, and he tried that also.  He cut up both leaves and
root and cooked them, and after tasting them he found them exceedingly
good and palatable, and thenceforward manioc became a daily food to him
and his family, and from them to his children's children, and so on down
to us."

"Verily, that is of great interest.  Why did you not put that in the
story?"

"Because the story would then have no end.  I would have to tell you of
the sweet potato, and the tomato, of the pumpkin, of the millet that was
discovered by the fowls, and of the palm oil-nut that was discovered by
the dog."

"Ah, yes, tell us how a dog could have shown the uses of the palm
oil-nut."

"It is very simple.  Bateta coaxed a dog to live with him because he
found that the dog preferred to sit on his haunches and wait for the
bones that his family threw aside after the meal was over, rather than
hunt for himself like other flesh-eating beasts.  One day Bateta walked
out into the woods, and his dog followed him.  After a long walk Bateta
rested at the foot of the straight tall tree called the palm, and there
were a great many nuts lying on the ground, which perhaps the monkeys or
the wind had thrown down.  The dog after smelling them lay down and
began to eat them, and though Bateta was afraid he would hurt himself,
he allowed him to have his own way, and he did not see that they harmed
him at all, but that he seemed as fond as ever of them.  By thinking of
this he conceived that they would be no harm to him; and after cooking
them, he found that their fat improved the flavour of his vegetables,
hence the custom came down to us.  Indeed, the knowledge of most things
that we know to-day as edibles came down to us through the observation
of animals by our earliest fathers.  What those of old knew not was
found out later through stress of hunger, while men were lost in the
bushy wilds."

When at last we rose to retire to our tents and huts, the greater number
of our party felt the sorrowful conviction that the Toad had imparted to
all mankind an incurable taint, and that we poor wayfarers, in
particular, were cursed with an excess of it, in consequence of which
both Toad and tadpole were heartily abused by all.



CHAPTER TWO.

THE GOAT, THE LION, AND THE SERPENT.

Baruti, which translated means "gunpowder," envied Matageza the "piece"
of a dozen gay handkerchiefs, with which he had been rewarded for his
excellent story, and one evening while he served dinner, ventured to
tell me that he also remembered a story that had been told to him when a
child among the Basoko.

"Very well, Baruti," I replied, "we will all meet to-night around the
camp fire as usual, and according to the merits of your story you will
surely be rewarded.  If it is better than Matageza's, you shall have a
still finer piece of cloth; if it is not so interesting, you cannot
expect so much."

"All right, sir.  Business is business, and nothing for him that can say
nothing."

Soon after the darkness had fallen the captains of the expedition and
the more intelligent men began to form the evening circle, and after we
had discussed the state of the night, and the events of the day, I
called out to Baruti for his story, when, after telling us what a great
time had elapsed since he had heard it, and how by searching into the
recesses of his memory he had at last remembered it, he delivered the
story of "The Goat, the Lion, and the Serpent," in the following
manner:--

A Goat and a Lion were travelling together one day on the outskirts of a
forest, at the end of which there was a community of mankind comfortably
hutted within a village, which was fenced round with tall and pointed
stakes.  The Goat said to the Lion:

"Well, now, my friend, where do you come from this day?"

"I have come from a feast that I have given many friends of mine--to the
leopard, hyena, wolf, jackal, wild cat, buffalo, zebra, and many more.
The long-necked giraffe and dew-lapped eland were also there, as well as
the springing antelope."

"That is grand company you keep, indeed," said the Goat, with a sigh.
"As for poor me, I am alone.  No one cares for me very much, but I find
abundance of grass and sweet leafage, and when I am full, I seek a soft
spot under a tree, and chew my cud, dreamily and contentedly.  And of
other sorrows, save an occasional pang of hunger, in my wanderings I
know of none."

"Do you mean to say that you do not envy me my regal dignity and
strength?"

"I do not indeed, because as yet I have been ignorant of them."

"What?  Know you not that I am the strongest of all who dwell in the
forest or wilderness? that when I roar all who hear me bow down their
heads, and shrink in fear?"

"Indeed, I do not know all this, nor am I very sure that you are not
deceiving yourself, because I know many whose offensive powers are much
more dangerous, my friend, than yours.  True, your teeth are large, and
your claws are sharp, and your roar is loud enough, and your appearance
is imposing.  Still, I know a tiny thing in these woods that is much
more to be dreaded than you are; and I think if you matched yourself
against it in a contest, that same tiny thing would become victor."

"Bah!" said the Lion, impatiently, "you anger me.  Why, even to-day all
who were at the feast acknowledged that they were but feeble creatures
compared with me: and you will own that if I but clawed you once there
would be no life left in you."

"What you say in regard to me is true enough, and, as I said before, I
do not pretend to the possession of strength.  But this tiny thing that
I know of is not likely to have been at your feast."

"What may this tiny thing be that is so dreadful?" asked the Lion,
sneeringly.

"The Serpent," answered the Goat, chewing his cud with an indifferent
air.

"The Serpent!" said the Lion, astounded.  "What, that crawling reptile,
which feeds on mice and sleeping birds--that soft, vine-like, creeping
thing that coils itself in tufts of grass, and branches of bush?"

"Yes, that is its name and character clearly."

"Why, my weight alone would tread it until it became flat like a smashed
egg."

"I would not try to do so if I were you.  Its fangs are sharper than
your great corner teeth or claws."

"Will you match it against my strength?"

"Yes."

"And if you lose, what will be the forfeit?"

"If you survive the fight, I will be your slave, and you may command me
for any purpose you please.  But what will you give me if you lose?"

"What you please."

"Well, then, I will take one hundred bunches of bananas; and you had
better bring them here alongside of me, before you begin."

"Where is this Serpent that will fight with me?"

"Close by.  When you have brought the bananas he will be here, waiting
for you."

The Lion stalked proudly away to procure the bananas, and the Goat
proceeded into the bush, where he saw Serpent drowsily coiled in many
coils on a slender branch.

"Serpent," said the Goat, "wake up.  Lion is raging for a fight with
you.  He has made a bet of a hundred bunches of bananas that he will be
the victor, and I have pledged my life that you will be the strong one;
and, hark you, obey my hints, and my life is safe, and I shall be
provided with food for at least three moons."

"Well," said Serpent, languidly, "what is it that you wish me to do?"

"Take position on a bush about three cubits high, that stands near the
scene where the fight is to take place, and when Lion is ready, raise
your crest high and boldly, and ask him to advance near you that you may
see him well, because you are short-sighted, you know.  And he, full of
his conceit and despising your slight form, will advance towards you,
unwitting of your mode of attack.  Then fasten your fangs in his
eyebrows, and coil yourself round his neck.  If there is any virtue left
in your venom, poor Lion will lie stark before long."

"And if I do this, what will you do for me?"

"I am thy servant and friend for all time."

"It is well," answered the Serpent.  "Lead the way."

Accordingly Goat led Serpent to the scene of the combat, and the latter
coiled itself in position, as Goat had advised, on the leafy top of a
young bush.

Presently Lion came, with a long line of servile animals, bearing one
hundred bunches of bananas; and, after dismissing them, he turned to the
Goat, and said:

"Well, Goatee, where is your friend who is stronger than I am?  I feel
curious to see him."

"Are you Lion?" asked a sibilant voice from the top of a bush.

"Yes, I am; and who are you that do not know me?"

"I am Serpent, friend Lion, and short of sight and slow of movement.
Advance nearer to me, for I see you not."

Lion uttered a loud roaring laugh, and went confidently near the
Serpent--who had raised his crest and arched his neck--so near that his
breath seemed to blow the slender form to a tremulous movement.

"You shake already," said Lion, mockingly.

"Yes, I shake but to strike the better, my friend," said Serpent, as he
darted forward and fixed his fangs in the right eyebrow of Lion, and at
the same moment its body glided round the neck of Lion, and became
buried out of sight in the copious mane.

Like the pain of fire the deadly venom was felt quickly in the head and
body.  When it reached the heart, Lion fell down and lay still and dead.

"Well done," cried Goat, as he danced around the pile of bananas.
"Provisions for three moons have I, and this doughty roarer is of no
more value than a dead goat."

Goat and Serpent then vowed friendship for one another, after which
Serpent said:

"Now follow me, and obey.  I have a little work for you."

"Work!  What work, O Serpent?"

"It is light and agreeable.  If you follow that path, you will find a
village of mankind.  You will there proclaim to the people what I have
done, and show this carcase to them.  In return for this they will make
much of you, and you will find abundance of food in their gardens--
tender leaves of manioc and peanut, mellow bananas, and plenty of rich
greens daily.  True, when you are fat and a feast is to be made, they
will kill you and eat you; but, for all your kind, comfort, plenty, and
warm, dry housing is more agreeable than the cold damp jungle, and
destruction by the feral beasts."

"Nay, neither the work nor the fate is grievous, and I thank you, O
Serpent; but for you there can be no other home than the bush and the
tuft of grass, and you will always be a dreaded enemy of all who come
near your resting-place."

Then they parted.  The Goat went along the path, and came to the gardens
of a village, where a woman was chopping fuel.  Looking up she saw a
creature with grand horns coming near to her, bleating.  Her first
impulse was to run away, but seeing, as it bleated, that it was a
fodder-eating animal, with no means of offence, she plucked some manioc
greens and coaxed it to her, upon which the Goat came and spoke to her.

"Follow me, for I have a strange thing to show you a little distance
off."

The woman, wondering that a four-footed animal could address her in
intelligible speech, followed; and the Goat trotted gently before her to
where Lion lay dead.  The woman upon seeing the body, stopped and asked,
"What is the meaning of this?"

The Goat answered, "This was once the king of beasts; the fear of him
was upon all that lived in the woods and in the wilderness.  But he too
often boasted of his might, and became too proud.  I therefore dared him
to fight a tiny creature of the bush, and lo! the boaster was slain."

"And how do you name the victor?"

"The Serpent."

"Ah! you say true.  Serpent is king over all, except man," answered the
woman.

"You are of a wise kind," answered the Goat.  "Serpent confessed to me
that man was his superior, and sent me to you that I might become man's
creature.  Henceforth man shall feed me with greens, tender tops of
plants, and house and protect me; but when the feast-day comes, man
shall kill me, and eat of my flesh.  These are the words of Serpent."

The woman hearkened to all Goat's words, and retained them in her
memory.  Then she unrobed the Lion of his furry spoil, and conveyed it
to the village, where she astonished her folk with all that had happened
to her.  From that day to this the goat kind has remained with the
families of man, and people are grateful to the Serpent for his gift to
them; for had not the Serpent commanded it to seek their presence, the
Goat had remained for ever wild like the antelope, its brother.

"Well done, Baruti," cried Chowpereh.  "That is a very good story, and
it is very likely to be a true one too.  Wallahi, there is some sense in
these pagans after all, and I had thought that their heads were very
woodeny."  It is needless to say that the sentiments of Chowpereh were
generally shared, and that Baruti received the new dress he so well
deserved.



CHAPTER THREE.

THE QUEEN OF THE POOL.

Kassim was a sturdy lad from the Basoko country, and a chum of Baruti.
As yet he had never related to us a legend, though he loved to sit near
the fire, and listen to the tales of the days of old.  This silence on
his part was at last remarked, and one night he was urged by all of us
to speak, because it was unfair that those who frequented our open-air
club should be always ready to receive amusement, and yet refuse to
contribute their share to the entertainment.  This kind of argument
pushed home, brought him at last to admit that he owed the party a debt
in kind, and he said:

Well, friends, each man according to his nature, though there are so
many men in the world they differ from one another as much as stones, no
two of which are exactly alike.  Here is Baruti here, who never seems to
tire of speech, while I find more pleasure in watching his lips move up
and down, and his tongue pop out and in, than in using my own.  I cannot
remember any legend, that is the truth; but I know of something which is
not fiction, that occurred in our country relating to Izoka--a woman
originally of Umane, the big town above Basoko.  Izoka, the Queen of the
Pool, as we call her, is alive now, and should you ever pass by Umane
again, you may ask any of the natives if my words are true, and you will
find that they will certify to what I shall now tell you.

Izoka is the daughter of a chief of Umane whose name is Uyimba, and her
mother is called Twekay.  One of the young warriors called Koku lifted
his eyes towards her, and as he had a house of his own which was empty,
he thought Izoka ought to be the one to keep his hearth warm, and be his
companion while he went fishing.  The idea became fixed in his mind, and
he applied to her father, and the dowry was demanded; and, though it was
heavy, it was paid, to ease his longing after her.

Now, Izoka was in every way fit to be a chief's wife.  She was tall,
slender, comely of person; her skin was like down to the touch, her
kindly eyes brimmed over with pleasantness, her teeth were like white
beads, and her ready laugh was such that all who heard it compared it to
the sweet sounds of a flute which the perfect player loves to make
before he begins a tune, and men's moods became merry when she passed
them in the village.  Well, she became Koku's wife, and she left her
father's house to live with her husband.

At first it seemed that they were born for one another.  Though Koku was
no mean fisherman, his wife excelled him in every way.  Where one fish
came into his net, ten entered into that of Izoka, and this great
success brought him abundance.  His canoe returned daily loaded with
fish, and on reaching home they had as much work to clean and cure the
fish as they could manage.  Their daily catch would have supported quite
a village of people from starving.  They therefore disposed of their
surplus stock by bartering it for slaves, and goats, and fowls, hoes,
carved paddles, and swords; and in a short time Koku became the
wealthiest among the chiefs of Umane, through the good fortune that
attended Izoka in whatever she did.

Most men would have considered themselves highly favoured in having such
fortunate wives, but it was not so with Koku.  He became a changed man.
Prosperity proved his bane.  He went no more with Izoka to fish; he
seldom visited the market in her company, nor the fields where the
slaves were at work, planting manioc, or weeding the plantain rows, or
clearing the jungle, as he used to do.  He was now always seen with his
long pipe, and boozing with wretched idlers on the plantain wine
purchased with his wife's industry; and when he came home it was to
storm at his wife in such a manner that she could only bow to it in
silence.

When Koku was most filled with malice, he had an irritating way of
disguising his spitefulness with a wicked smile, while his tongue
expressed all sorts of contrary fancies.  He would take delight in
saying that her smooth skin was as rough as the leaf with which we
polish our spear-shafts, that she was dumpy and dwarfish, that her mouth
reminded him of a crocodile's, and her ears of an ape's; her legs were
crooked, and her feet were like hippopotamus hoofs, and she was scorned
for even her nails, which were worn to the quick with household toil;
and he continued in this style to vex her, until at last he became
persuaded that it was she who tormented him.  Then he accused her of
witchcraft.  He said that it was by her witch's medicines that she
caught so many fish, and he knew that some day she would poison him.
Now, in our country this is a very serious accusation.  However, she
never crossed her husband's humour, but received the bitterness with
closed lips.  This silent habit of hers made matters worse.  For, the
more patience she showed, the louder his accusations became, and the
worse she appeared in his eyes.  And indeed it is no wonder.  If you
make up your mind that you will see naught in a wife but faults, you
become blind to everything else.

Her cooking also according to him was vile--there was either too much
palm-oil or too little in the herb-mess, there was sand in the meat of
the fish, the fowls were nothing but bones, she was said to empty the
chilli-pot into the stew, the house was not clean, there were snakes in
his bed--and so on and so on.  Then she threatened, when her tough
patience quite broke down, that she would tell her father if he did not
desist, which so enraged him that he took a thick stick, and beat her so
cruelly that she was nearly dead.  This was too much to bear from one so
ungrateful, and she resolved to elope into the woods, and live apart
from all mankind.

She had travelled a good two days' journey when she came in sight of a
lengthy and wide pool which was fed by many springs, and bordered by
tall, bending reeds; and the view of this body of water, backed by deep
woods all round, appeared to her so pleasing that she chose a level
place near its edge for a resting-place.  Then she unstrapped her
hamper, and sitting down turned out the things she had brought, and
began to think of what could be done with them.  There was a wedge-like
axe which might also be used as an adze, there were two hoes, a handy
Basoko bill-hook, a couple of small nets, a ladle, half-a-dozen small
gourds full of grains, a cooking-pot, some small fish-knives, a bunch of
tinder, a couple of fire-sticks, a short stick of sugar-cane, two banana
bulbs, a few beads, iron bangles, and tiny copper balls.  As she looked
over all these things, she smiled with satisfaction and thought she
would manage well enough.  She then went into the pool a little way and
looked searchingly in for a time, and she smiled again, as if to say
"better and better."

Now with her axe she cut a hoe-handle, and in a short time it was ready
for use.  Going to the pool-side, she commenced to make quite a large
round hole.  She laboured at this until the hole was as deep and wide as
her own height; then she plastered the bottom evenly with the mud from
the pool-bank, and after that she made a great fire at the bottom of the
pit, and throughout the night that followed, after a few winks of sleep,
she would rise and throw on more fuel.  When the next day dawned, after
breaking her fast with a few grains baked in her pot, she swept out all
the fire from the well, and wherever a crack appeared in the baked
bottom she filled it up carefully, and she also plastered the sides all
round smoothly, and again she made a great fire in the pit, and left it
to burn all that day.

While the fire was baking the bottom and walls of the well, she hid her
hamper among a clump of reeds, and explored her neighbourhood.  During
her wanderings she found a path leading northward, and she noted it.
She also discovered many nuts, sweet red berries, some round, others
oval and the fruit which is a delight to the elephants; and loading
herself with as many of these articles as she could carry, she returned,
and sat down by the mouth of the well, and refreshed herself.  The last
work of the day was to take out the fire, plaster up the cracks in the
bottom and sides, and re-make the fire as great as ever.  Her bed she
made not far from it, with her axe by her side.

On the next morning she determined to follow the path she had discovered
the day before, and when the sun was well-nigh at the middle of the sky,
she came suddenly in view of a banana-grove, whereupon she instantly
retreated a little and hid herself.  When darkness had well set, she
rose, and penetrating the grove, cut down a large blanch of bananas,
with which she hurried back along the road.  When she came to a stick
she had laid across the path, she knew she was not far from the pool,
and she remained there until it was sufficiently light to find her way
to the well.

By the time she arrived at her well it was in a perfect state, the walls
being as sound and well-baked as her cooking-pot.  After half-filling it
with water, she roasted a few bananas, and made a contented meal from
them.  Then taking her pot she boiled some bananas, and with these she
made a batter.  She now emptied the pot, smeared the bottom and sides of
it thickly with this sticky batter, and then tying a vine round the pot
she let it down into the pond.  As soon as it touched the ground, lo!
the minnows flocked greedily into the vessel to feed on the batter.  And
on Izoka suddenly drawing it up she brought out several score of
minnows, the spawn of catfish, and some of the young of the bearded fish
which grow to such an immense size in our waters.  The minnows she took
out and dried to serve as food, but the young of the cat and bearded
fish she dropped into her well.  She next dug a little ditch from the
well to the pool, and after making a strong and close netting of cane
splinters across the mouth of the ditch, she made another narrow ditch
to let a thin rillet of spring water supply the well with fresh water.

Every day she spent a little time in building a hut, in a cosy place
surrounded by bush, which had only one opening; then she would go and
work a little at a garden wherein she had planted the sugar-cane, which
had been cut into three parts, and the two banana bulbs, and had sowed
her millet, and her sesamum, and yellow corn which she had brought in
the gourds, and every day she carefully fed her fish in the well.  But
there were three things she missed most in her loneliness, and these
were the cries of an infant, the proud cluck of the hen after she lays
an egg, and the bleating of a kid at her threshold.  This made her think
that she might replace them by something else, and she meditated long
upon what it might be.

Observing that there were a number of ground-squirrels about, she
thought of snares to catch them.  She accordingly made loops of slender
but strong vines near the roots of the trees, and across their narrow
tracks in the woods.  And she succeeded at last in catching a pair.
With other vines rubbed over with bird-lime she caught some young
parrots and wagtails, whose wing feathers she chopped off with her
bill-hook.  And one day, while out gathering nuts and berries for her
birds, she came across a nest of the pelican, wherein were some eggs;
and these she resolved to watch until they were hatched, when she would
take and rear them.  She had found full occupation for her mind, in
making cages for her squirrels and birds, and providing them with food,
and had no time at all for grief.

Izoka, however, being very partial to the fish in her well, devoted most
of her leisure to feeding them, and they became so tame, and intelligent
that they understood the cooing notes of a strange song which she taught
them, as though they were human beings.  She fed them plentifully with
banana-batter, so that in a few months they had grown into a goodly
size.  By-and-by, they became too large for the well, and as they were
perfectly tame, she took them out, and allowed them to go at large in
the pool; but punctually in the early morning, and at noon and sunset,
she called them to her, and gave them their daily portion of food, for
by this time she had a goodly store of bananas and grain from her
plantation and garden.  One of the largest fish she called Munu, and he
was so intelligent and trustful in his mistress's hands that he disliked
going very far from the neighbourhood; and if she laid her two hands in
the water, he would rest contentedly in the hollow thus formed.  She had
also strung her stock of shells and beads into necklaces, and had
fastened them round the tails of her favourite fish.

Her other friends grew quite as tame as the fish, for all kinds of
animals learn to cast off their fears of mankind in return for true
kindness, and when no disturbing shocks alarm them.  And in this lonely
place, so sheltered by protecting woods, where the wind had scarce power
to rustle the bending reed and hanging leaves, there was no noise to
inspire the most timid with fright.

If you try, you can fancy this young woman Izoka sitting on the ground
by the pool-side, surrounded by her friends, like a mother by her
offspring.  In her arms a young pelican, on one shoulder a chattering
parrot, on the other a sharp-eyed squirrel, sitting on his haunches,
licking his fore-feet; in her lap another playing with his bushy tail,
and at her feet the wagtails, wagging friskily their hind parts and
kicking up little showers of dusty soil.  Between her and the pool a
long-legged heron, who has long ago been snared, and has submitted to
his mistress's kindness, and now stands on one leg, as though he were
watching for her safety.  Not far behind her is her woodland home, well
stored with food and comforts, which are the products of her skill and
care.  Swifts and sand-martins are flying about, chasing one another
merrily, and making the place ring with their pipings; the water of the
pool lies level and unwrinkled, save in front of her, where the fish
sometimes flop about, impatient for their mistress's visit.

This was how she appeared one day to the cruel eyes of Koku her husband,
who had seen the smoke of her fire as he was going by the path which led
to the north.  Being a woodman as well as a fisher, he had the craft of
such as hunt, and he stealthily approached from tree to tree until he
was so near that he could see the beady eyes of the squirrel on her
shoulder, who startled her by his sudden movements.  It was strange how
quickly the alarm was communicated from one to another.  His brother
squirrel peeped from one side with his tail over his back like a crest,
the parrot turned one eye towards the tree behind which Koku stood, and
appeared transfixed, the heron dropped his other leg to the ground,
tittered his melancholy cry, _Kwa-le_, and dropped his tail as though he
would surge upward.  The wagtails stopped their curtseying, the pelicans
turned their long bills and laid them lazily along their backs, looking
fixedly at the tree; and at last Izoka, warned by all these signs of her
friends, also turned her head in the same direction, but she saw no one,
and as it was sunset she took her friends indoors.

Presently she came out again, and went to the pool-side with fish-food,
and cooed softly to her friends in the water, and the fish rushed to her
call, and crowded around her.  After giving them their food, she
addressed Munu, the largest fish, and said, "I am going out to-night to
see if I cannot find a discarded cooking-vessel, for mine is broken.
Beware of making friends with any man or woman who cannot repeat the
song I taught you," and the fish replied by sweeping his tail to right
and left, according to his way.

Izoka, who now knew the woods by night as well as by day, proceeded on
her journey, little suspecting that Koku had discovered her, and her
manner of life and woodland secrets.  He waited a little time, then
crept to the pool-side, and repeated the song which she had sung, and
immediately there was a great rush of fish towards him, at the number
and size of which he was amazed.  By this he perceived what chance of
booty there was here for him, and he sped away to the path to the place
where he had left his men, and he cried out to them, "Come, haste with
me to the woods by a great pool, where I have discovered loads of fish."

His men were only too glad to obey him, and by midnight they had all
arrived at the pool.  After stationing them near him in a line, with
their spears poised to strike, Koku sang the song of Izoka in a soft
voice, and the great and small fish leapt joyfully from the depths where
they were sleeping, and they thronged towards the shore, flinging
themselves over each other, and they stood for awhile gazing doubtfully
up at the line of men.  But soon the cruel spears flew from their hands,
and Munu, the pride of Izoka, was pierced by several, and was killed and
dragged on land by the shafts of the weapons which had slain him.  Munu
was soon cut up, he and some others of his fellows, and the men, loading
themselves with the meat, hastily departed.

Near morning Izoka returned to her home with a load of bananas and a
cooking-vessel, and after a short rest and refreshment, she fed her
friends--the ground-squirrels, the young pelicans, the parrots and
herons, and scattered a generous supply for the wagtails, and martins,
and swifts; then hastened with her bounties to the pool-side.  But,
alas! near the water's edge there was a sight which almost caused her to
faint--there were tracks of many feet, bruised reeds, blood, scales, and
refuse of fish.  She cooed softly to her friends; they heard her cry,
but approached slowly and doubtingly.  She called out to Munu,
"Munu-nunu, oh, Munu, Munu, Munu;" but Munu came not, and the others
stood well away from the shore, gazing at her reproachfully, and they
would not advance any nearer.  Perceiving that they distrusted her, she
threw herself on the ground and wept hot tears, and wailing, "Oh!  Munu,
Munu, Munu, why do you doubt me?"

When Izoka's grief had somewhat subsided she followed the tracks through
the woods until she came to the path, where they were much clearer, and
there she discovered that those who had violated her peaceful home, had
travelled towards Umane.  A suspicion that her husband must have been of
the number served to anger her still more, and she resolved to follow
the plunderers, and endeavour to obtain justice.  Swiftly she sped on
the trail, and after many hours' quick travel she reached Umane after
darkness had fallen.  This favoured her purpose, and she was able to
steal, unperceived, near to the open place in front of her husband's
house, when she saw Koku and his friends feasting on fish, and heard him
boast of his discovery of the fine fish in a forest pool.  In her fury
at his daring villainy she was nearly tempted to rush upon him and
cleave his head with her bill-hook, but she controlled herself, and sat
down to think.  Then she made the resolution that she would go to her
father and claim his protection--a privilege she might long ago have
used had not her pride been wounded by the brutal treatment her person
had received at the hands of Koku.

Her father's village was but a little distance away from Umane, and in a
short time all the people in it were startled by hearing the shrill
voice of one who was believed to be long ago dead, crying out in the
darkness the names of Uyimba and Twekay.  On hearing the names of their
chief and his wife repeatedly called, the men seized their spears and
sallied out, and discovered, to their astonishment, that the long-lost
Izoka was amongst them once again, and that she was suffering from great
and overpowering grief.  They led her to her father's door, and called
out to Uyimba and his wife Twekay to come out, and receive her, saying
that it was a shame that the pride of Umane should be suffering like a
slave in her father's own village.  The old man and his wife hurried
out, torches were lit, and Twekay soon received her weeping daughter in
her arms.

In our country we are not very patient in presence of news, and as
everybody wished to know Izoka's story, she was made to sit down on a
shield, and tell all her adventures since she had eloped from Umane.
The people listened in wonder to all the strange things that were told;
but when she related the cruelty of Koku, the men rose to their feet all
together, and beat their shields with their spears, and demanded the
punishment of Koku, and that Uyimba should lead them there and then to
Umane.  They accordingly proceeded in a body to the town, to Koku's
house, and as he came out in answer to the call of one of them, to
ascertain what the matter was, they fell upon him, and bound him hand
and foot, and carrying him to their superior chief's house they put him
to his trial.  Many witnesses came forward to testify against his cruel
treatment of Izoka, and of the robbery of the fish and of the manner of
it; and the great chief placed Koku's life in the power of Uyimba, whose
daughter he had wronged, who at once ordered Koku to be beheaded, and
his body to be thrown into the river.  The sentence was executed at the
river-side without loss of time.  The people of Uman and Uyimba's
village then demanded that, as Izoka had shown herself so clever and
good as to make birds, animals, and fish obey her voice, some mark of
popular favour should be given to her.  Whereupon the principal chief of
Umane, in the name of the tribe, ceded to her all rights to the Forest
Pool, and the wood and all things in it round about as far as she could
travel in half a day, and also all the property of which Koku stood
possessed.

Izoka, by the favour of her tribe, thus became owner of a large
district, and mistress of many slaves, and flocks, goats, and fowls, and
all manner of useful things for making a settlement by the Pool.  There
is now a large village there, and Izoka is well known in many lands near
Umane and Basoko as the Queen of the Pool, and at last accounts was
still living, prosperous and happy; but she has never been known to try
marriage again.

Kassim's story was greatly applauded, and he became at once a favourite
with the Zanzibaris.

He was drawn towards the head man, and made to sit down by him.  One
Zanzibari gave him a handful of roasted peanuts, another gave him a
roasted banana, while a third touched up the fire; and the compliments
he received were so many, that for the time, as one could see, he was
quite vain.  When a royal Dabwani cloth was spread out for inspection,
and finally flung over his shoulders, we saw him cast a look at Baruti,
which we knew to mean, "Ah, ah, Baruti, other folk can tell a story as
well as you!"



CHAPTER FOUR.

THE ELEPHANT AND THE LION.

At a camp on the Upper Congo, in 1877, Chakanja drew near our fire as
story-telling was about to begin, and was immediately beset with eager
demands for a tale from him.  Like a singer who always professes to have
a cold before he indulges his friends with a song, Chakanja needed more
than a few entreaties; but finally, after vowing that he never could
remember anything, he consented to gratify us with the legend of the
Elephant and the Lion.

"Well," he answered, with a deep sigh, "if I must, I must.  You must
know we Waganda are fond of three things--To have a nice wife, a
pleasant farm, and to hear good news, or a lively story.  I have heard a
great many stories in my life, but unlike Kadu, my mind remembers them
not.  Men's heads are not the same, any more than men's hearts are
alike.  But I take it that a poor tale is better than none.  It comes
back to me like a dream, this tale of the Elephant and the Lion.  I
heard it first when on a visit to Gabunga's; but who can tell it like
him?  If you think the tale is not well told, it is my fault; but then,
do not blame me too much, or I shall think I ought to blame you
to-morrow when it will be your turn to amuse the party."

Now open your ears!  A huge and sour-tempered elephant went and wandered
in the forest.  His inside was slack for want of juicy roots and
succulent reeds, but his head was as full of dark thoughts as a gadfly
is full of blood.  As he looked this way and that, he observed a young
lion asleep at the foot of a tree.  He regarded him for awhile, then, as
he was in a wicked mood, it came to him that he might as well kill the
lion, and he accordingly rushed forward and impaled him with his tusks.
He then lifted the body with his trunk, swung it about, and dashed it
against the tree, and afterwards kneeled on it until it became as
shapeless as a crushed banana pulp.  He then laughed and said, "Ha! ha!
This is a proof that I am strong.  I have killed a lion, and people will
say proud things of me, and will wonder at my strength."

Presently a brother elephant came up and greeted him.

"See," said the first elephant, "what I have done.  It was I that killed
him.  I lifted him on high, and lo, he lies like a rotten banana.  Do
you not think that I am very strong?  Come, be frank now, and give me
some credit for what I have done."

Elephant Number 2 replied, "It is true that you are strong, but that was
only a young lion.  There are others of his kind, and I have seen them,
who would give you considerable trouble."

"Ho, ho!" laughed the first elephant, "Get out, stupid.  You may bring
his whole tribe here, and I will show you what I can do.  Ay! and to
your dam to boot."

"What?  My own mother, too?"

"Yes.  Go and fetch her if you like."

"Well, well," said Number 2, "you are far gone, there is no doubt.  Fare
you well."

Number 2 proceeded on his wanderings, resolved in his own mind that if
he had an opportunity he would send some one to test the boaster's
strength.  No.  I called out to him as he moved off--

"Away you go.  Good-by to you."

In a little while Number 2 Elephant met a lion and lioness, full-grown,
and splendid creatures, who turned out to be the parents of the
youngster which had been slain.  After a sociable chat with them, he
said:

"If you go further on along the path I came you will meet a kind of game
which requires killing badly.  He has just mangled your cub."

Meantime Elephant Number 1, after chuckling to himself very conceitedly,
proceeded to the pool near by to bathe and cool himself.  At every step
he went you could hear his "Ha, ha, ha! loh!  I have killed a lion!"
While he was in the pool, spurting the water in a shower over his back,
he suddenly looked up, and at the water's edge beheld a lion and lioness
who were regarding him sternly.

"Well!  What do you want?" he asked.  "Why are you standing there
looking at me in that way?"

"Are you the rogue who killed our child?" they asked.

"Perhaps I am," he answered.  "Why do you want to know?"

"Because we are in search of him.  If it be you that did it, you will
have to do the same to us before you leave this ground."

"Ho! ho!" laughed the elephant loudly.  "Well, hark.  It was I who
killed your cub.  Come now, it was I.  Do you hear?  And if you do not
leave here mighty quick, I shall have to serve you both in the same way
as I served him."

The lions roared aloud in their fury, and switched their tails
violently.

"Ho, ho!" laughed the elephant gaily.  "This is grand.  There is no
doubt I shall run soon, they make me so skeery," and he danced round the
pool and jeered at them, then drank a great quantity of water and blew
it in a shower over them.

The lions stirred not, but kept steadfastly gazing at him, planning how
to make their attack.

Perceiving that they were obstinate, he threw another stream of water
over the lions and then backed into the deepest part of the pool, until
there was nothing seen of him but the tip of his trunk.  When he rose
again the lions were still watching him, and had not moved.

"Ho, ho!" he trumpeted, "still there!  Wait a little, I am coming to
you."  He advanced towards the shore, but when he was close enough the
lion sire sprang into the air, and alighted on the elephant's back, and
furiously tore at the muscles of the neck, and bit deep into the
shoulder.  The elephant retreated quickly into the deepest part of the
pool, and submerged himself and his enemy, until the lion was compelled
to abandon his back and begin to swim ashore.  No sooner had the
elephant felt himself relieved, than he rose to the surface, and hastily
followed and seized the lion with his trunk.  Despite his struggles he
was pressed beneath the surface, dragged under his knees, and trodden
into the mud, and in a short time the lion sire was dead.

The elephant laughed triumphantly, and cried, "Ho, ho! am I not strong,
Ma Lion?  Did you ever see the likes of me before?  Two of you!  Young
Lion and Pa Lion are now killed!  Come, Ma Lion, had you not better try
now, just to see if you won't have better luck?  Come on, old woman,
just once."

The lioness fiercely answered, while she retreated from the pool, "Rest
where you are.  I am going to find my brother, and will be back
shortly."

The elephant trumpeted his scorn of her and her kind, and seizing the
carcase of her lord, flung it on shore after her, and declared his
readiness to abide where he was, that he might make mash of all the lion
family.

In a short time the lioness had found her brother, who was a mighty
fellow, and full of fight.  As they advanced near the pool together,
they consulted as to the best means of getting at the elephant.  Then
the lioness sprang forward to the edge of the pool.  The elephant
retreated a short distance into deeper water.  The lioness upon this
crept along the pool, and pretended to lap the water.  The elephant
moved towards her.  The lion waited his chance, and finally, with a
great roar, sprang upon his shoulders, and commenced tearing away at the
very place which had been torn by lion sire.

The elephant backed quickly into deep water as he had done before, and
submerged himself, but the lion maintained his hold and bit deeper.  The
elephant then sank down until there was nothing to be seen but the tip
of his trunk, upon which the lion, to avoid suffocation, relaxed his
hold and swam vigorously towards shore.  The elephant rose up, and as
the lion was stepping on shore, seized him, and drove one of his tusks
through his adversary's body; but as he was in the act, the lioness
sprang upon the elephant's neck, and bit and tore so furiously that he
fell dead, and with his fall crushed the dying lion.

Soon after the close of the terrible combat, Elephant Number 2 came up,
and discovered the lioness licking her chops and paws, and said--

"Hello, it seems there has been quite a quarrel here lately.  Three
lions are dead, and here lies one of my own kind, stiffening."

"Yes," replied lioness, gloomily, "the rogue elephant killed my cub
while the little fellow was asleep in the woods.  He then killed my
husband and brother, and I killed him; but I do not think the elephant
has gained much by fighting with us.  I did not have much trouble in
killing him.  Should you meet any friends of his, you may warn them to
leave the lioness alone, or she may be tempted to make short work of
them."

Elephant Number 2, though a patient person generally, was annoyed at
this, and gave her a sudden kick with one of his hind feet, which sent
her sprawling a good distance off, and asked--

"How do you like that, Ma Lion?"

"What do you mean by that?" demanded the enraged lioness.

"Oh, because I hate to hear so much bragging."

"Do you also wish to fight?" she asked.

"We should never talk about doing an impossible thing, Ma Lion," he
answered.  "I have travelled many years through these woods, and I have
never fought yet.  I find that when a person minds his own business he
seldom comes to trouble, and when I meet one who is even stronger than
myself I greet him pleasantly, and pass on, and I should advise you to
do the same, Ma Lion."

"You are saucy, Elephant.  It would be well for you to think upon your
stupid brother there, who lies so stark under your nose, before you
trouble with your insolence one who slew him."

"Well, words never yet made a plantation; it is the handling of a hoe
that makes fields.  See here, Ma Lion, if I talked to you all day I
could not make you wise.  I will just turn my back to you.  If you will
bite me, you will soon learn how weak you are."

The lioness, angered still more by the elephant's contempt, sprang at
his shoulders, and clung to him, upon which he rushed at a stout tree,
and pressing his shoulders against it, crushed the breath out of her
body, and she ceased her struggles.  When he relaxed his pressure, the
body fell to the ground, and he knelt upon it, and kneaded it until
every bone was broken.

While the elephant was meditatively standing over the body, and thinking
what misfortunes happen to boasters, a man came along, carrying a spear,
and seeing that the elephant was unaware of his presence, he thought
what great luck had happened to him.

Said he, "Ah, what fine tusks he has.  I shall be rich with them, and
shall buy slaves and cattle, and with these I will get a wife and a
farm," saying which he advanced silently, and when he was near enough,
darted his spear into a place behind the shoulder.

The elephant turned around quickly, and on beholding his enemy rushed
after and overtook him, and mauled him, until in a few moments he was a
mangled corpse.

Soon after a woman approached, and seeing four lions, one elephant, and
her husband dead, she raised up her hands wonderingly and cried, "How
did all this happen?"  The elephant, hearing her voice, came from behind
a tree, with a spear quivering in his side, and bleeding profusely.  At
the sight of him the woman turned round to fly, but the elephant cried
out to her, "Nay, run not, woman, for I can do you no harm.  The happy
days in the woods are ended for all the tribes.  The memory of this
scene will never be forgotten.  Animals will be henceforth at constant
war one with another.  Lions will no more greet elephants, the buffaloes
will be shy, the rhinoceroses will live apart, and man when he comes
within the shadows will think of nothing else than his terrors, and he
will fancy an enemy in every shadow.  I am sorely wounded, for thy man
stole up to my side and drove his spear into me, and soon I shall die."

When she had heard these words the woman hastened home, and all the
villagers, old and young, hurried into the woods, by the pool, where
they found four lions, two elephants, and one of their own tribe lying
still and lifeless.

The words of the elephant have turned out to be true, for no man goes
now-a-days into the silent and deserted woods but he feels as though
something were haunting them, and thinks of goblinry, and starts at
every sound.  Out of the shadows which shift with the sun, forms seem
crawling and phantoms appear to glide, and we are in a fever almost from
the horrible illusions of fancy.  We breathe quickly and fear to speak,
for the smallest vibration in the silence would jar on our nerves.  I
speak the truth, for when I am in the woods near the night, there swims
before my eyes a multitude of terrible things which I never see by the
light of day.  The flash of a fire-fly is a ghost, the chant of a frog
becomes a frightful roar, the sudden piping of a bird signalises murder,
and I run.  No, no; no woods for me when alone.

And Chakanja rose to his feet and went to his own quarters, solemnly
shaking his head.  But we all smiled at Chakanja, and thought how
terribly frightened he would be if any one suddenly rose from behind a
dark bush and cried "Boo!" to him.



CHAPTER FIVE.

KING GUMBI AND HIS LOST DAUGHTER.

We were all gathered about the fire as usual, when Safeni, the sage
coxswain, exclaimed, "See here, boys; do you not think that for once in
a while it would be well to hear some legend connected with men and
women?  I vote that one of you who have amused us with tales of lions
and leopards, should search his memory, and tell the company a brave
story about some son of Adam.  Come, you Katembo, have the Manyema no
legends!"

"Well, yes, we have; but my ears have been so open heretofore that my
tongue has almost forgotten its uses, and I fear that after the smooth
and delightful tales of Kadu, you will not think me expert in speech.
However, and if you care to hear of it, I can give you the legend of
Gumbi, one of our kings in long-past days, and his daughter."

"Speak, speak, Katembo," cried the company; "let us hear a Manyema
legend to-night."

Katembo, after this general invitation, cleared his throat, brought the
soles of his feet nearer the fire, and amid respectful silence spoke as
follows:--

It was believed in the olden time that if a king's daughter had the
misfortune to be guilty of ten mistakes, she should suffer for half of
them, and her father would be punished for the rest.  Now, King Gumbi
had lately married ten wives, and all at once this old belief of the
elders about troubles with daughters came into his head, and he issued a
command, which was to be obeyed upon pain of death, that if any female
children should be born to him they should be thrown into the Lualaba,
and drowned, for, said he, "the dead are beyond temptation to err, and I
shall escape mischief."

To avoid the reproaches of his wives, on account of the cruel order, the
king thought he would absent himself, and he took a large following with
him and went to visit other towns of his country.  Within a few days
after his departure there were born to him five sons and five daughters.
Four of the female infants were at once disposed of according to the
king's command; but when the fifth daughter was born, she was so
beautiful, and had such great eyes, and her colour was mellow, so like a
ripe banana, that the chief nurse hesitated, and when the mother pleaded
so hard for her child's life, she made up her mind that the little
infant should be saved.  When the mother was able to rise, the nurse
hastened her away secretly by night.  In the morning the queen found
herself in a dark forest, and, being alone, she began to talk to
herself, as people generally do, and a grey parrot with a beautiful red
tail came flying along, and asked, "What is it you are saying to
yourself, O Miami?"

She answered and said, "Ah, beautiful little parrot, I am thinking what
I ought to do to save the life of my little child.  Tell me how I can
save her, for Gumbi wishes to destroy all his female children."

The parrot replied, "I grieve for you greatly, but I do not know.  Ask
the next parrot you see," and he flew away.

A second parrot still more beautiful came flying towards her, whistling
and screeching merrily, and the queen lifted her voice and cried--

"Ah, little parrot, stop a bit, and tell me how I can save my sweet
child's life; for cruel Gumbi, her father, wants to kill it."

"Ah, mistress, I may not tell; but there is one comes behind me who
knows; ask him," and he also flew to his day's haunts.

Then the third parrot was seen to fly towards her, and he made the
forest ring with his happy whistling, and Miami cried out again--

"Oh, stay, little parrot, and tell me in what way I can save my sweet
child, for Gumbi, her father, vows he will kill it."

"Deliver it to me," answered the parrot.  "But first let me put a small
banana stalk and two pieces of sugar-cane with it, and then I shall
carry it safely to its grandmamma."

The parrot relieved the queen of her child, and flew through the air,
screeching merrier than before, and in a short time had laid the little
princess, her banana stalk, and two pieces of sugar-cane in the lap of
the grandmamma, who was sitting at the door of her house, and said--

"This bundle contains a gift from your daughter, wife of Gumbi.  She
bids you be careful of it, and let none out of your own family see it,
lest she should be slain by the king.  And to remember this day, she
requests you to plant the banana stalk in your garden at one end, and at
the other end the two pieces of sugar-cane, for you may need both."

"Your words are good and wise," answered granny, as she received the
babe.

On opening the bundle the old woman discovered a female child,
exceedingly pretty, plump, and yellow as a ripe banana, with large black
eyes, and such smiles on its bright face that the grandmother's heart
glowed with affection for it.

Many seasons came and went by.  No stranger came round to ask questions.
The banana flourished and grew into a grove, and each sprout marked the
passage of a season, and the sugar-cane likewise throve prodigiously as
year after year passed and the infant grew into girlhood.  When the
princess had bloomed into a beautiful maiden, the grandmother had become
so old that the events of long ago appeared to her to be like so many
dreams, but she still worshipped her child's child, cooked for her,
waited upon her, wove new grass mats for her bed, and fine grass-cloths
for her dress, and every night before she retired she washed her dainty
feet.

Then one day, before her ears were quite closed by age, and her limbs
had become too weak to bear her about, the parrot who brought the child
to her, came and rested upon a branch near her door, and after piping
and whistling its greeting, cried out, "The time has come.  Gumbi's
daughter must depart, and seek her father.  Furnish her with a little
drum, teach her a song to sing while she beats it, and send her forth."

Then granny purchased for her a tiny drum, and taught her a song, and
when she had been fully instructed she prepared a new canoe with food--
from the bananas in the grove, and the plot of sugar-cane, and she made
cushions from grass-cloth bags stuffed with silk-cotton floss for her to
rest upon.  When all was ready she embraced her grand-daughter, and with
many tears sent her away down the river, with four women servants.

Granny stood for a long time by the river bank, watching the little
canoe disappear with the current, then she turned and entered the
doorway, and sitting down closed her eyes, and began to think of the
pleasant life she had enjoyed while serving Miami's child; and while so
doing she was so pleased that she smiled, and as she smiled she slept,
and never woke again.

But the princess, as she floated down and bathed her eyes, which had
smarted with her grief, began to think of all that granny had taught
her, and began to sing in a fluty voice, as she beat her tiny drum--

  "List, all you men,
  To the song I sing.
  I am Gumbi's child,
  Brought up in the wild;
  And home I return,
  As you all will learn,
  When this my little drum
  Tells Gumbi I have come, come, come."

The sound of her drum attracted the attention of the fishermen who were
engaged with their nets, and seeing a strange canoe with only five women
aboard floating down the river, they drew near to it, and when they saw
how beautiful the princess was, and noted her graceful, lithe figure
clad in robes of fine grass-cloths, they were inclined to lay their
hands upon her.  But she sang again--

  "I am Gumbi's child,
  Make way for me;
  I am homeward bound,
  Make way for me."

Then the fishermen were afraid and did not molest her.  But one desirous
of being the first to carry the news to the king, and obtain favour and
a reward for it, hastened away to tell him that his daughter was coming
to visit him.

The news plunged King Gumbi into a state of wonder, for as he had taken
such pains to destroy all female children, he could not imagine how he
could be the father of a daughter.

Then he sent a quick-footed and confidential slave to inquire, who soon
returned and assured him that the girl who was coming to him was his own
true daughter.

Then he sent a man who had grown up with him, who knew all that had
happened in his court; and he also returned and confirmed all that the
slave had said.

Upon this he resolved to go himself, and when he met her he asked--

"Who art thou, child?"

And she replied, "I am the only daughter of Gumbi."

"And who is Gumbi?"

"He is the king of this country," she replied.

"Well, but I am Gumbi myself, and how canst thou be my daughter?" he
asked.

"I am the child of thy wife, Miami, and after I was born she hid me that
I might not be cast into the river.  I have been living with grandmamma,
who nursed me, and by the number of banana-stalks in her garden thou
mayest tell the number of the seasons that have passed since my birth.
One day she told me the time had come, and she sent me to seek my
father; and I embarked in the canoe with four servants, and the river
bore me to this land."

"Well," said Gumbi, "when I return home I shall question Miami, and I
shall soon discover the truth of thy story; but meantime, what must I do
for thee?"

"My grandmamma said that thou must sacrifice a goat to the meeting of
the daughter with the father," she replied.

Then the king requested her to step on the shore, and when he saw the
flash of her yellow feet, and the gleams of her body, which were like
shining bright gum, and gazed on the clear, smooth features, and looked
into the wondrous black eyes, Gumbi's heart melted and he was filled
with pride that such a surpassingly beautiful creature should be his own
daughter.

But she refused to set her feet on the shore until another goat had been
sacrificed, for her grandmother had said ill-luck would befall her if
these ceremonies were neglected.

Therefore the king commanded that two goats should be slain, one for the
meeting with his daughter, and one to drive away ill-luck from before
her in the land where she would first rest her feet.

When this had been done, she said, "Now, father, it is not meet that thy
recovered daughter should soil her feet on the path to her father's
house.  Thou must lay a grass-cloth along the ground all the way to my
mother's door."

The king thereupon ordered a grass-cloth to be spread along the path
towards the women's quarters, but he did not mention to which doorway.
His daughter then moved forward, the king by her side, until they came
in view of all the king's wives, and then Gumbi cried out to them--"One
of you, I am told, is the mother of this girl.  Look on her, and be not
ashamed to own her, for she is as perfect as the egg.  At the first
sight of her I felt like a man filled with pleasantness, so let the
mother come forward and claim her, and let her not destroy herself with
a lie."

Now all the women bent forward and longed to say, "She is mine, she is
mine!" but Miami, who was ill and weak, sat at the door, and said--

"Continue the matting to my doorway, for as I feel my heart is connected
with her as by a cord, she must be the child whom the parrot carried to
my mother with a banana stalk and two pieces of sugar-cane."

"Yes, yes, thou must be my own mother," cried the princess; and when the
grass-cloth was laid even to the inside of the house, she ran forward,
and folded her arms around her.

When Gumbi saw them together he said, "Truly, equals always come
together.  I see now by many things that the princess must be right.
But she will not long remain with me, I fear, for a king's daughter
cannot remain many moons without suitors."

Now though Gumbi considered it a trifle to destroy children whom he had
never seen, it never entered into his mind to hurt Miami or the
princess.  On the contrary, he was filled with a gladness which he was
never tired of talking about.  He was even prouder of his daughter,
whose lovely shape and limpid eyes so charmed him, than of all his tall
sons.  He proved this by the feasts he caused to be provided for all the
people.  Goats were roasted and stewed, the fishermen brought fish
without number, the peasants came loaded with weighty bunches of
bananas, and baskets of yams, and manioc, and pots full of beans, and
vetches, and millet and corn, and honey and palm-oil, and as for the
fowls--who could count them?  The people also had plenty to drink of the
juice of the palm, and thus they were made to rejoice with the king in
the return of the princess.

It was soon spread throughout Manyema that no woman was like unto
Gumbi's daughter for beauty.  Some said that she was of the colour of a
ripe banana, others that she was like fossil gum, others like a reddish
oil-nut, and others again that her face was more like the colour of the
moon than anything else.  The effect of this reputation was to bring
nearly all the young chiefs in the land as suitors for her hand.  Many
of them would have been pleasing to the king, but the princess was
averse to them, and she caused it to be made known that she would marry
none save the young chief who could produce matako (brass rods) by
polishing his teeth.  The king was very much amused at this, but the
chiefs stared in surprise as they heard it.

The king mustered the choicest young men of the land, and he told them
it was useless for any one to hope to be married to the princess unless
he could drop brass rods by rubbing his teeth.  Though they held it to
be impossible that any one could do such a thing, yet every one of them
began to rub his teeth hard, and as they did so, lo! brass rods were
seen to drop on the ground from the mouth of one of them, and the people
gave a great shout for wonder at it.

The princess was then brought forward, and as the young chief rose to
his feet he continued to rub his teeth, and the brass rods were heard to
tinkle as they fell to the ground.  The marriage was therefore duly
proceeded with, and another round of feasts followed, for the king was
rich in flocks of goats, and sheep, and in well-tilled fields and
slaves.

But after the first moon had waned and gone, the husband said, "Come,
now, let us depart, for Gumbi's land is no home for me."

And unknown to Gumbi they prepared for flight, and stowed their canoe
with all things needful for a long journey, and one night soon after
dark they embarked, and paddled down the river.  One day the princess,
while she was seated on her cushions, saw a curious nut floating near
the canoe, upon which she sprang into the river to obtain it.  It eluded
her grasp.  She swam after it, and the chief followed her as well as he
was able, crying out to her to return to the canoe, as there were
dangerous animals in the water.  But she paid no heed to him, and
continued to swim after the nut, until, when she had arrived opposite a
village, the princess was hailed by an old woman, who cried, "Ho,
princess, I have got what thou seekest.  See."  And she held the nut up
in her hand.  Then the princess stepped on shore, and her husband made
fast his canoe to the bank.

"Give it to me," demanded the princess, holding out her hand.

"There is one thing thou must do for me before thou canst obtain it."

"What is that?" she asked.

"Thou must lay thy hands upon my bosom to cure me of my disease.  Only
thus canst thou have it," the old woman said.

The princess laid her hands upon her bosom, and as she did so the old
woman was cured of her illness.

"Now thou mayest depart on thy journey, but remember what I tell thee.
Thou and thy husband must cling close to this side of the river until
thou comest abreast of an island which is in the middle of the entrance
to a great lake.  For the shore thou seekest is on this side.  Once
there thou wilt find peace and rest for many years.  But if thou goest
to the other side of the river thou wilt be lost, thou and thy husband."

Then they re-embarked, and the river ran straight and smooth before
them.  After some days they discovered that the side they were on was
uninhabited, and that their provisions were exhausted, but the other
side was cultivated, and possessed many villages and plantations.
Forgetting the advice of the old woman, they crossed the river to the
opposite shore, and they admired the beauty of the land, and joyed in
the odours that came from the gardens and the plantations, and they
dreamily listened to the winds that crumpled and tossed the great fronds
of banana, and fancied that they had seen no sky so blue.  And while
they thus dreamed, lo! the river current was bearing them both swiftly
along, and they saw the island which was at the entrance to the great
lake, and in an instant the beauty of the land which had charmed them
had died away, and they now heard the thunderous booming of waters, and
saw them surging upward in great sweeps, and one great wave curved
underneath them, and they were lifted up, up, up, and dropped down into
the roaring abyss, and neither chief nor princess was ever seen again.
They were both swallowed up in the deep.

"Is _that_ all?" asked Safeni, who had been listening breathlessly to
the story.

"That is all," replied Katembo.

"Why, what kind of a story is this, that finishes in that way?"

"It is not mine," answered Katembo.  "The telling of it has been
according to the words I heard, and it is not good to alter a tale."

"Then what is the object of such a story?" demanded Safeni, in an
irritable tone.

"Why, to warn people from following their inclinations.  Did not the
girl find her father?  Did not her father welcome her, and pardon the
mother for very joy?  Was not her own choice of a husband found for her?
Was not the young chief fortunate in possessing such a beautiful wife?
Why should they have become discontented?  Why not have stayed at home
instead of wandering into strange lands of which they knew nothing?  Did
not the old woman warn them of what would happen, and point to them how
they might live in peace once again?  But it was all to no purpose.  We
never know the value of anything until we have lost it.  Ruin follows
the wilful always.  They left their home and took to the river, the
river was not still, but moved on, and as their heads were already full
of their own thoughts, they could not keep advice.  But Katembo has
ended."



CHAPTER SIX.

THE STORY OF MARANDA.

"Master," said Baruti, "I have been trying hard to recall some of the
other legends I used to hear when I was very small, and I now recollect
one, which is not very long, about Maranda, a wife of one of the Basoko
warriors, called Mafala."

Maranda's father was named Sukila, and he lived in the village of Chief
Busandiya.  Sukila owned a fine large canoe and many paddles, which he
had carved with his own hand.  He possessed also several long nets which
he himself also made, besides spears, knives, a store of grass-cloths,
and a few slaves.  He was highly respected by his countrymen, and sat by
the chief's side in the council place.

As the girl grew to be fit for marriage, Mafala thought she would suit
him as a wife, and went and spoke of it to Sukila, who demanded a slave
girl, six long paddles ornamented with ivory caps, six goats, as many
grass-cloths as he had fingers and toes, a new shield, two axes, and two
field-hoes.  Mafala tried to reduce the demand, and walked backwards and
forwards many times to smoke pipes with Sukila, and get him to be less
exacting.  But the old man knew his daughter was worth the price he had
put upon her, and that if he refused Mafala, she would not remain long
without a suitor.  For a girl like Maranda is not often seen among the
Basokos.  Her limbs were round and smooth, and ended in thin, small
hands and feet.  The young men often spoke about Maranda's light,
straight feet, and quick-lifting step.  A boy's arm could easily enclose
the slim waist, and the manner in which she carried her head, and the
supple neck and the clear look in her eyes belonged to Maranda only.

Mafala, on the other hand, was curiously unlike her.  He always seemed
set on something, and the lines between the eyebrows gave him a severe
face, not pleasant to see, and you always caught something in his eyes
that made you think of the glitter which is in a serpent's eye.

Perhaps that was one reason why Sukila did not care to have him for his
daughter's husband.  At any rate, he would not abate his price one
grass-cloth, and at last it was paid, and Maranda passed over from her
father's house into that of her husband.

Soon after, the marriage Maranda was heard to cry out, and it was
whispered that she had learned much about Mafala in a few days, and that
blows as from a rod had been heard.  Half a moon passed away, and then
all the village knew that Maranda had fled to Busandiya's house, because
of her husband's ill-treatment.  Now the custom in such a case is that
the father keeps his daughter's dowry, and if it be true that a wife
finds life with her husband too harsh to be borne, she may seek the
chief's protection, and the chief may give her to another husband who
will treat her properly.

But before the chief had chosen the man to whom he would give her,
Mafala went to a crocodile--for it turned out that he was a Mganga, a
witch-man who had dealings with reptiles on land, as well as with the
monsters of the river,--and he bargained with it to catch her as she
came to the river to wash, and carry her up to a certain place on the
river bank where there was a tall tree with a large hole in it.

The crocodile bided his chance, and one morning, when Maranda visited
the water, he seized her by the hand, and swept her onto his back, and
carried her to the hiding-place in the hollow tree.  He then left her
there, and swam down opposite the village, and signalled to Mafala that
he had performed his part of the bargain.

On the crocodile's departure Maranda looked about the hole, and saw that
she was in a kind of pit, but a long way up the hollow narrowed like the
neck of a gourd, and she could see foliage and a bit of sky.  She
determined to climb up, and though she scratched herself very much, she
finally managed to reach the very top, and to crawl outside into the
air.  The tree was very large and lofty, and the branches spread out
far, and they were laden with the heavy fruit of which elephants are so
fond [the jackfruit].  At first she thought that she could not starve
because of so many of these big fruit; then, as they were large and
heavy, she conceived the idea that they might be useful to defend
herself, and she collected a great number of them, and laid them in a
heap over some sticks she had laid across the branches.

By-and-by Mafala came, and discovered her high up among the foliage, and
after jeering at her, began to climb the tree.  But when he was only
half-way up, Maranda lifted one of the ponderous fruit and flung it on
his head, and he fell to the ground with his senses all in a whirl and
his back greatly bruised.  When he recovered he begged the crocodile to
help him, and he tried to climb up, but when he had ascended but a
little way, Maranda dropped one of the elephant fruit fairly on his
snout, which sent him falling backwards.  Mafala then begged two great
serpents to ascend and bring her down, but Maranda met them with the
heavy fruit one after another, and they were glad to leave her alone.
Then the man departed to seek a leopard, but while he was absent
Maranda, from her tree, saw a canoe on the river with two young
fishermen in it, and she screamed loudly for help.  The fishermen
paddled close ashore and found that it was Sukila's daughter, the wife
of Mafala, who was alone on a tall tree.  They waited long enough to
hear her story, and then returned to the village to obtain assistance.

Busandiya was much astonished to hear the fishermen's news, and
forthwith sent a war-canoe full of armed men, led by the father, Sukila,
to rescue her.  By means of rattan-climbers they contrived to reach her,
and to bring her down safely.  While some of the war-party set out to
discover Mafala, the others watched for the crocodile and the two
serpents.  In a short time the cruel man was seen and caught, and he was
brought to the river-side, bound with green withes.  His legs and his
arms were firmly tied together, and, after the Basoko had made Maranda
repeat her story from the beginning, and Sukila had told the manner of
the marriage, they searched for great stones, which they fastened to his
neck; and, lifting him into the war-canoe, they paddled into the middle
of the stream, where they sang a death-chant; after which they dropped
Mafala overboard and he was never heard of more.  That is all there is
of the story of Maranda.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

THE STORY OF KITINDA AND HER WISE DOG.

On another night Baruti, whose memory was freshened by the reward which
followed a story worthy of being written in the Master's book, told us
about Kitinda and her wise dog, so well indeed that by common consent he
was acclaimed one of the best among the story-tellers.

But it was not so well rehearsed to me while I had my pencil in hand as
he had delivered it at the camp fire.  It bothered him to be asked to
dictate it a little slower to me, and he showed marked signs of
inattention when told to repeat a sentence twice over.  All I can
flatter myself is that it contains the sense of what was said.

Kitinda, a woman of the Basoko, near the Aruwimi river, possessed a dog
who was remarkable for his intelligence.  It was said that he was so
clever that strangers understood his motions as well as though he talked
to them; and that Kitinda, familiar with his ways and the tones of his
whines, his yelps, and his barks, could converse with him as easily as
she could with her husband.

One market-day the mistress and her dog agreed to go together, and on
the road she told him all she intended to do and say in disposing of her
produce in exchange for other articles which she needed in her home.
Her dog listened with sympathy, and then, in his own manner, he conveyed
to her how great was his attachment to her, and how there never was such
a friend as he could be; and he begged her that, if at any time she was
in distress, she would tell him, and that he would serve her with all
his might.  "Only," he said, "were it not that I am afraid of the
effects of being too clever, I could have served you oftener and much
more than I have done."

"What do you mean?" said Kitinda.

"Well, you know, among the Basoko, it is supposed, if one is too clever,
or too lucky, or too rich, that it has come about through dealings in
witchcraft, and people are burned in consequence.  I do not like the
idea of being burned--and therefore I have refrained often from
assisting you because I feared you could not contain your surprise, and
would chat about it to the villagers.  Then some day, after some really
remarkable act of cleverness of mine, people would say, `Ha! this is not
a dog.  No dog could have done that!  He must be a demon--or a witch in
a dog's hide!' and of course they would take me and burn me."

"Why, how very unkind of you to think such things of me!  When have I
chatted about you?  Indeed I have too many things to do, my housework,
my planting and marketing so occupy me, that I could not find time to
gossip about my dog."

"Well, it is already notorious that I am clever, and I often tremble
when strangers look at and admire me for fear some muddle-headed fellow
will fancy that he sees something else in me more than unusual
intelligence.  What would they say, however, if they really knew how
very sagacious I am?  The reputation that I possess has only come
through your affection for me, but I assure you that I dread this excess
of affection lest it should end fatally for you and for me."

"But are you so much cleverer than you have already shown yourself?  If
I promise that I will never speak of you to any person again, will you
help me more than you have done, if I am in distress?"

"You are a woman, and you could not prevent yourself talking if you
tried ever so hard."

"Now, look you here, my dog.  I vow to you that no matter what you do
that is strange, I wish I may die, and that the first animal I meet may
kill me if I speak a word.  You shall see now that Kitinda will be as
good as her word."

"Very well, I will take you at your word.  I am to serve you every time
you need help, and if you speak of my services to a soul, you are
willing to lose your life by the first animal you may meet."

Thus they made a solemn agreement as they travelled to market.

Kitinda sold her palm-oil and fowls to great advantage that day, and in
exchange received sleeping-mats, a couple of carved stools, a bag of
cassava flour, two large well-baked and polished crocks, a bunch of ripe
bananas, a couple of good plantation hoes, and a big strong basket.

After the marketing was over she collected her purchases together and
tried to put them into the basket, but the big crocks and carved stools
were a sore trouble to her.  She could put the flour and hoes and the
bananas on top with the mats for a cover very well, but the stools and
the crocks were a great difficulty.

Her dog in the meantime had been absent, and had succeeded in killing a
young antelope, and had dragged it near her.  He looked around and saw
that the market was over, and that the people had returned to their own
homes, while his mistress had been anxiously planning how to pack her
property.

He heard her complain of her folly in buying such cumbersome and weighty
things, and ask herself how she was to reach home with them.

Pitying her in her trouble, the dog galloped away and found a man
empty-handed, before whom he fawned and whose hands he licked, and being
patted he clung to his cloth with his teeth and pulled him gently
along--wagging his tail and looking very amiable.  He continued to do
this until the man, seeing Kitinda fretting over her difficulty,
understood what was wanted, and offered to carry the stools and crocks
at each end of his long staff over his shoulders for a few of the ripe
bananas and a lodging.  His assistance was accepted with pleasure, and
Kitinda was thus enabled to reach her home, and on the way was told by
the man how it was that he had happened to return to the marketplace.

Kitinda was very much tempted there and then to dilate upon her dog's
well-known cleverness, but remembered in time her promise not to boast
of him.  When, however, she reached the village, and the housewives came
out of their houses, burning to hear the news at the market, in her
eagerness to tell this one and then the other all that had happened to
her, and all that she had seen and heard, she forgot her vow of the
morning, and forthwith commenced to relate the last wonderful trick of
her dog in dragging a man back to the marketplace to help her when she
thought that all her profit in trade would be lost, and when she was
just about to smash her nice crocks in her rage.

The dog listened to her narrative, viewed the signs of wonder stealing
over the women's faces, heard them call out to their husbands, saw the
men advancing eagerly towards them, saw them all look at him narrowly,
heard one man exclaim, "That cannot be a dog! it is a demon within a
dog's hide.  He--"

But the dog had heard enough.  He turned, and ran into the woods, and
was never more seen in that village.

The next market-day came round, and Kitinda took some more palm-oil and
a few fowls, and left her home to dispose of them for some other
domestic needs.  When about half-way, her dog came out of the wood, and
after accusing her of betraying him to her stupid countrymen, thus
returning evil for good, he sprang upon her and tore her to pieces.



CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE STORY OF THE PRINCE WHO INSISTED ON POSSESSING THE MOON.

"Sir," said Baruti, one evening, "another story came to my mind to-day
which was told to me a long time ago by an old man among the Basoko.  I
doubt whether you will like it, but since you wish to hear another
legend of my country you shall have the story as it was told to me."

The country now inhabited by the Basoko tribe was formerly known as
Bandimba.  A king called Bahanga was its sole rider.  He possessed a
houseful of wives, but all his children were unfortunately of the female
sex, which he considered to be a great grievance, and of which he
frequently complained.  His subjects, on the other hand, were blessed
with more sons than daughters, and this fact increased the king's grief,
and made him envy the meanest of his subjects.  One day, however, he
married Bamana, the youngest daughter of his principal chief, and
finally he became the father of a male child, and was very happy, and
his people rejoiced in his happiness.

The prince grew up to be a marvel of strength and beauty, and his father
doted on him so much, that he shared his power with the boy in a curious
manner.  The king reserved authority over all the married people, while
the prince's subjects consisted of those not yet mated.  It thus
happened that the prince ruled over more people than his father, for the
children were, of course, more numerous than the parents.  But with all
the honour conferred upon him the prince was not happy.  The more he
obtained, the more he wished to possess.  His eyes had but to see a
thing to make him desire its exclusive possession.  Each day he
preferred one or more requests to his father, and because of his great
love for him, the king had not the heart to refuse anything to him.
Indeed, he was persuaded to bestow so many gifts upon his son that he
reserved scarcely anything for himself.

One day the prince was playing with the youth of his court, and after
the sport retired to the shade of a tree to rest, and his companions sat
down in a circle at a respectful distance from him.  He then felt a gush
of pride stealing over him as he thought of his great power, at the
number and variety of his treasures, and he cried out boastfully that
there never was a boy so great, so rich and so favoured by his father,
as he had become.  "My father," said he, "can deny me nothing.  I have
only to ask, and it is given unto me."

Then one little slender boy with a thin voice said, "It is true, prince.
Your father has been very good to you.  He is a mighty king, and he is
as generous as he is great.  Still, I know of one thing that he cannot
give you--and it is certain that you will never possess it."

"What thing is that which I may not call my own, when I see it--and what
is it that is not in the king's power to give me?" asked the prince, in
a tone of annoyance.

"It is the moon," answered the little boy; "and you must confess
yourself that it is beyond the king's power to give that to you."

"Do you doubt it?" asked the prince.  "I say to you that I shall possess
it, and I will go now and claim it from my father.  I will not give him
any peace until he gives it to me."

Now it so happens that such treasures as are already ours, we do not
value so much as those which we have not yet got.  So it was with this
spoiled prince.  The memory of the many gifts of his father faded from
his mind, and their value was not to be compared with this new toy--the
moon--which he had never thought of before and which he now so ardently
coveted.

He found the king discussing important matters with the old men.

"Father," said he, "just now, while I was with my companions I was
taunted because I did not have the moon among my toys, and it was said
that it was beyond your power to give it to me.  Now, prove this boy a
liar, and procure the moon for me, that I may be able to show it to
them, and glory in your gift."

"What is it you say, my son, you want the moon?" asked the astonished
king.

"Yes.  Do get it for me at once, won't you?"

"But, my child, the moon is a long way up.  How shall we be ever able to
reach it?"

"I don't know; but you have always been good to me, and you surely would
not refuse me this favour, father?"

"I fear, my own, that we will not be able to give you the moon."

"But, father, I must have it; my life will not be worth living without
it.  How may I dare to again face my companions after my proud boast
before them of your might and goodness?  There was but one thing that
yonder pert boy said I might not have, and that was the moon.  Now my
soul is bent upon possessing this moon, and you must obtain it for me or
I shall die."

"Nay, my son, speak not of death.  It is an ugly word, especially when
connected with my prince and heir.  Do you not know yet that I live only
for your sake?  Let your mind be at rest.  I will collect all the wise
men of the land together, and ask them to advise me.  If they say that
the moon can be reached and brought down to us, you shall have it."

Accordingly the great state drum was sounded for the general palaver,
and a score of criers went through the towns beating their little drums
as they went, and the messengers hastened all the wise men and elders to
the presence of the king.

When all were assembled, the king announced his desire to know how the
moon could be reached, and whether it could be shifted from its place in
the sky and brought down to the earth, in order that he might give it to
his only son the prince.  If there was any wise man present who could
inform him how this could be done, and would undertake to bring it to
him, he would give the choicest of his daughters in marriage to him and
endow him with great riches.

When the wise men heard this strange proposal, they were speechless with
astonishment, as no one in the Basoko Land had ever heard of anybody
mounting into the air higher than a tree, and to suppose that a person
could ascend as high as the moon was, they thought, simple madness.
Respect for the king, however, held them mute, though what their glances
meant was very clear.

But while each man was yet looking at his neighbour in wonder, one of
the wise men, who appeared to be about the youngest present, rose to his
feet and said:

"Long life to the prince and to his father, the king!  We have heard the
words of our king, Bahanga, and they are good.  I--even I--his slave, am
able to reach the moon, and to do the king's pleasure, if the king's
authority will assist me."

The confident air of the man, and the ring of assurance in his voice
made the other wise men, who had been so ready to believe the king and
prince mad, feel shame, and they turned their faces to him curiously,
more than half willing to believe that after all the thing was possible.
The king also lost his puzzled look, and appeared relieved.

"Say on.  How may you be able to perform what you promise?"

"If it please the king," answered _the_ man, boldly, "I will ascend from
the top of the high mountain near the Cataract of Panga.  But I shall
first build a high scaffold on it, the base of which shall be as broad
as the mountain top, and on that scaffold I will build another, and on
the second I shall build a third, and so on and so on until my shoulder
touches the moon."

"But is it possible to reach the moon in this manner?" asked the king
doubtingly.

"Most certainly, if I were to erect a sufficient number of scaffolds,
one above another, but it will require a vast quantity of timber, and a
great army of workmen.  If the king commands it, the work will be done."

"Be it so, then," said the king.  "I place at your service every
able-bodied man in the kingdom."

"Ah, but all the men in your kingdom are not sufficient, O king.  All
the grown-up men will be wanted to fell the trees, square the timber and
bear it to the works; and every grown-up woman will be required to
prepare the food for the workmen; and every boy must carry water to
satisfy their thirst, and bark rope for the binding of the timbers; and
every girl, big and little, must be sent to till the fields to raise
cassava for food.  Only in this manner can the prince obtain the moon as
his toy."

"I say, then, let it be done as you think it ought to be done.  All the
men, women, and children in the kingdom I devote to this service, that
my only son may enjoy what he desires."

Then it was proclaimed throughout the wide lands of the Bandimba that
all the people should be gathered together to proceed at once with the
work of obtaining the moon for the king's son.  And the forest was cut
down, and while some of the workmen squared the trees, others cut deep
holes in the ground, to make a broad and sure base for the lower
scaffold; and the boys made thousands of rope coils to lash the timbers
together, out of bark, fibre of palm, and tough grass; and the girls,
big and little, hoed up the ground and planted the cassava shrubs and
cuttings from the banana and the plantain, and sowed the corn; and the
women kneaded the bread and cooked the greens, and roasted green bananas
for food for the workmen.  And all the Bandimba people were made to
slave hard every day in order that a spoiled boy might have the moon for
his toy.

In a few days the first scaffolding stood up as high as the tallest
trees, in a few weeks the structure had grown until it was many
arrow-flights in height, in two months it was so lofty that the top
could not be seen with the naked eye.  The fame of the wonderful wooden
tower that the Bandimba were building was carried far and wide; and the
friendly nations round about sent messengers to see and report to them
what mad thing the Bandimba were about, for rumour had spread so many
contrary stories among people that strangers did not know what to
believe.  Some said it was true that all the Bandimba had become mad;
but some of those who came to see with their own eyes, laughed, while
others began to feel anxious.  All, however, admired the bigness, and
wondered at the height of the tower.

In the sixth month the top of the highest scaffold was so high that on
the clearest day people could not see half-way up; and it was said to be
so tall that the chief engineer could tell the day he would be able to
touch the moon.

The work went on, and at last the engineer passed the word down that in
a few days more it would be finished.  Everybody believed him, and the
nations round about sent more people to be present to witness the
completion of the great tower, and to observe what would happen.  In all
the land, and the countries adjoining it, there was found only one wise
man who foresaw, if the moon was shifted out of its place what damage
would happen, and that probably all those foolish people in the vicinity
of the tower would be destroyed.  Fearing some terrible calamity, he
proposed to depart from among the Bandimba before it should be too late.
He then placed his family in a canoe, and, after storing it with
sufficient provisions, he embarked, and in the night he floated down the
river Aruwimi and into the big river, and continued his journey night
and day as fast as the current would take him--far, far below any lands
known to the Bandimba.  A week later, after the flight of the wise man
and his family, the chief engineer sent down word to the king that he
was ready to take the moon down.

"It is well," replied the king from below.  "I will ascend, that I may
see how you set about it."

Within twenty days the king reached the summit of the tower, and,
standing at last by the side of the engineer, he laid his hand upon the
moon, and it felt exceedingly hot.  Then he commanded the engineer to
proceed to take it down.  The man put a number of cool bark coils over
his shoulder and tried to dislodge it; but, as it was firmly fixed, he
used such a deal of force that he cracked it, and there was an
explosion, the fire and sparks from which scorched him.  The timber on
which the king and his chiefs were standing began to burn, and many more
bursting sounds were heard, and fire and melted rock ran down through
the scaffolding in a steady stream, until all the woodwork was ablaze,
and the flames soared upward among the uprights and trestles of the wood
in one vast pile of fire; and every man, woman, and child was utterly
consumed in a moment.  And the heat was so great that it affected the
moon, and a large portion of it tumbled to the earth, and its glowing
hot materials ran over the ground like a great river of fire, so that
most of the country of the Bandimba was burnt to ashes.  On those who
were not smothered by the smoke, nor burnt by the fire, and who fled
from before the burning river, the effect was very wonderful.  Such of
them as were grown up, male and female, were converted into gorillas,
and all the children into different kinds of long-tailed monkeys.

The old man who told me this story ended by saying to us, who listened
with open mouth to his words:

"Friends, if you doubt the truth of what I have said, all you have to do
is to look at the moon when it is full, and you may then see on a clear
night a curious dark portion on its face, which often appears as though
there were peaky mountains in it, and often the dark spots are like some
kind of homed animals; and then again, you will often fancy that on the
moon you see the outlines of a man's face, but those dark spots are only
the holes made in the moon by the man who forced his shoulders through
it.  By this you will know that I have not lied unto you.  Now ever
since that dreadful day when the moon burst and the Bandimba country was
consumed, parents are not in the habit of granting children all they ask
for, but only such things as their age and experience warn them are good
for their little ones.  And when little children will not be satisfied
by such things, but fret and pester their parents to give them what they
know will be harmful to them, then it is a custom with all wise people
to take the rod to them, to drive out of their heads the wicked
thoughts."

"But, Baruti," said a Zanzibari who believed the story, for had he not
often viewed the dark spots on the moon, "what became of Bahanga and the
little prince?"

"Why, after the engineer of the works, the first who died were the king
and the prince whose folly had brought ruin on the land."



CHAPTER NINE.

HOW KIMYERA BECAME KING OF UGANDA.

Kadu was a native lad of Uganda, who having made blood brotherhood with
a young Zanzibari of his own age, asked permission to join our
expedition of 1874-77.  He survived the perils of the descent of the
Congo, and in 1879 enlisted again, and served faithfully another term of
three years in Africa.  He afterwards joined Mr H.H. Johnston on his
visit to Kilimanjaro, and proved himself as devoted to him as he had
been for seven years to me.  It was while road-making along the banks of
the Congo, after becoming thoroughly conversant with the Zanzibari
vernacular, that he entertained us with his remarkable legends.  Next to
his countryman Sabadu he was the most entertaining.

One of the first tales he related to us was about Kimyera, a king of
Uganda, who by his exploits in hunting deserves to be called the Nimrod
of that country.  It ran as follows:--

Many ages ago Uni reigned as king over Unyoro, a great country which
lies to the north and west of Uganda.  One day he took to wife Wanyana,
a woman of the neighbouring kingdom, who on the first night she had been
taken into the inner harem manifested a violent aversion for his person.
At that time a man named Kalimera, who was a dealer in cattle, was
visiting the court, and had already resided some months there as an
honoured guest of the king, on account of his agreeable manners, and his
accomplishments on the flute.  During his stay he had not failed to note
the beauty of the young women who were permitted to crowd around him
while he played; but it had long been observed that he had been
specially attracted by the charms of Wanyana.  It was whispered by a few
of the more maliciously disposed among the women that a meeting had
taken place, and that an opportunity had been found by them to inform
each other of their mutual passion.  However that may be, King Uni,
surprised at the dislike which she manifested towards him, forbore
pressing her for the time, trustfully believing that her sentiments
would change for the better after a more intimate acquaintance with him.
Meantime he built for her a separate apartment, and palisaded its court
closely around with thick cane.  His visits were paid to her on
alternate days, and each time he brought some gift of bead or
bark-cloth, or soft, furry hide, in the hope of winning her favour.

In time she discovered that she was pregnant, and, fearing King Uni's
wrath, she made a compact with him that if he would abstain from
visiting her for one month she would repay his kindness with all
affection.  Uni gladly consented to this proposal, and confined his
attentions to sending his pages with daily greetings and gifts.
Meantime she endeavoured through her own servants to communicate with
Kalimera, her lover, but, though no effort on her part was wanting, she
could gain no news of him, except a report that soon after she had
entered the harem of Uni, Kalimera had disappeared.

In a few days she was delivered of a fine male child, but as she would
undoubtedly be slain by the king if the child was discovered, she
departed by night with it, and laid it, clad in fur adorned with fine
bead-work, at the bottom of a potter's pit.  She then hastened to a
soothsayer in the neighbourhood, and bribed him to contrive in some way
to receive and rear her child until he could be claimed.  Satisfied with
his assurance that the child would be safe, Wanyana returned to her
residence at the court in the same secret manner that she had left it.

Next morning Mugema, the potter, was seen passing the soothsayer's door,
and was hailed by the great witch-finder.

"Mugema," said he, "thy pots are now made of rotten clay.  They are not
at all what they used to be.  They now crumble in the hand.  Tell me why
is this?"

"Ah, doctor, it is just that.  I thought to bribe thee to tell me, only
I did not wish to disturb thee."

"It is well, Mugema; I will tell thee why.  Thou hast an enemy who
wishes evil to thee, but I will defeat his projects.  Haste thou to thy
pit, and whatever living thing thou findest there, keep it, and rear it
kindly.  While it lives thou art safe from all harm."

Wondering at this news, Mugema departed from the soothsayer's house, and
proceeded to the pit where he obtained his clay.  Peering softly over
the edge of the pit, he saw a bundle of bark-cloth and fur.  From its
external appearance he could not guess what this bundle might contain,
but, fearing to disturb it by any precipitate movement, he silently
retreated from the pit, and sped away to tell his wife, as he was in
duty bound, and obtain her advice and assistance, for the wife in all
such matters is safer than the man.  His wife on hearing this news cried
out at him, saying:

"Why, what a fool thou art!  Why didst thou not do as the soothsayer
commanded thee?  Come, I will go with thee at once, for my mind is
troubled with a dream which I had last night, and this thing thou
tellest me may have a weighty meaning for us both."

Mugema and his wife hurried together towards the clay-pit, and as her
husband insisted on it, she crept silently to its edge to look down.  At
that moment the child uttered a cry and moved the clothes which covered
it.

"Why, it is a babe," cried the woman; "just as I found it in my dream.
Hurry, Mugema.  Descend quickly, and bring it up to me; and take care
not to hurt it."

Mugema wondered so much at his wife's words that he almost lost his
wits, but being pushed into the pit he mechanically obeyed, and brought
up the bundle and its living occupant, which he handed to his wife
without uttering a word.

On opening the bundle there was discovered the form of a beautiful and
remarkably lusty child, of such weight, size, and form, that the woman
exclaimed:

"Oh!  Mugema, was ever anybody's luck like this of ours?  My very heart
sighed for a child that I could bring up to be our joy, and here the
good spirits have given us the pick of all the world.  Mugema, thy
fortune is made."

"But whose child is it?" asked Mugema, suspiciously.

"How can I tell thee that?  Hadst thou not brought the news to me of it
being in the pit, I should have been childless all my life.  The
soothsayer who directed thee hither is a wise man.  He knows the secret,
I warrant him.  But come, Mugema, drop these silly thoughts.  What
sayest thou? shall we rear the child, or leave it here to perish?"

"All right, wife.  If it prove of joy to thee, I shall live content."

Thus it was that the child of Wanyana found foster-parents, and no woman
in Unyoro could be prouder of her child than Mugema's wife came to be of
the foundling.  The milk of woman, goat, and cow was given to him, and
he throve prodigiously; and when Mugema asked the soothsayer what name
would be fittest for him, the wise man said:

"Call him Kimyera--the mighty one."

Some months after this, when Kimyera was about a year old, Wanyana came
to the potter's house to purchase pots for her household, and while she
was seated in the porch selecting the soundest among them, she heard a
child crying within.

"Ah, has thy wife had a child lately?  I did not observe or hear when I
last visited thee that she was likely to become a mother."

"No, princess," replied Mugema; "that is the cry of a child I discovered
in the clay-pit about a year ago."

Wanyana's heart gave a great jump, and for a moment she lost all
recollection of where she was.  Recovering herself with a great effort,
she bade Mugema tell her all about the incident: but while he related
the story, she was busy thinking how she might assure herself of his
secrecy if she declared herself to be the mother of the child.

Mugema, before concluding his story, did not fail to tell Wanyana how
for a time he had suspected his wife of having played him falsely, and
that though he had no grounds for the suspicion further than that the
clay-pit was his own and the child had been found in it, he was not
quite clear in his mind yet, and he would be willing to slave a long
time for any person who could thoroughly disabuse his mind of the doubt,
as, with that exception, his wife was the cleverest and best woman in
Unyoro.

Wanyana, perceiving her opportunity, said:

"Well, much as I affected not to know about the child, I know whose
child it is, and who placed it in the pit."

"Thou, princess!" he cried.

"Yes, and, if thou wilt take an oath upon the great Muzimu to keep it
secret, I will disclose the name of the mother."

"Thou hast my assurance of secrecy upon the condition that the child is
not proved to be my wife's.  Whosoever else's it may be, matters not to
me; the child was found, and is mine by right of the finder.  Now name
the mother, princess."

"Wanyana!"

"Thine?"

"Even so.  It is the offspring of fond love, and Kalimera of Uganda is
his father.  The young man belongs to one of the four royal clans of
Uganda, called the Elephant clan.  He is the youngest son of the late
king of Uganda.  To him, on his father's death, fell his mother's
portion, a pastoral district rich in cattle not far from the frontier of
Unyoro.  It was while he drove fat herds here for sale to Uni that he
saw and loved me, and I knew him as my lord.  Dreading the king's anger,
he fled, and I was left loveless in the power of Uni.  One night the
child was born, and in the darkness I crept out of the king's court, and
bore the babe to thy pit.  To the wise man I confided the secret of that
birth.  Thou knowest the rest."

"Princess, my wife never appeared fairer to me than she does now, and I
owe the clear eye to thee.  Rest in peace.  My wife loves the babe, let
her nurse it until happier times, and I will guard it safe as though it
were mine own.  Ay, the babe, I feel assured, will pay me well when he
is grown.  The words of the wise man come home to me now, and I see
whereby good luck shall come to all.  If bone and muscle can make a
king, Kimyera's future is sure.  But come in to see my wife, and to her
discretion and wisdom confide thy tale frankly."

Wanyana soon was hanging over her child, and, amid tears of joy, she
made Mugema's wife acquainted with his birth, and obtained from her
earnest assurance that he would be tenderly cared for, and her best help
in any service she could perform for Kimyera and his mother.

Great friendship sprang up between Princess Wanyana and the potter
Mugema and his wife, and she found frequent excuses for visiting the
fast-growing child.

Through the influence of the princess, the potter increased in riches,
and his herds multiplied; and when Kimyera was grown tall and strong, he
was entrusted by his foster-father with the care of the cattle, and he
gave him a number of strong youths as assistants.  With these Kimyera
indulged in manly games, until he became wonderfully dexterous in
casting the spear, and drawing the bow, and in wrestling.  His swiftness
exceeded that of the fleetest antelope; no animal of the plain could
escape him when he gave chase.  His courage, proved in the defence of
his charge, became a proverb among all who knew him.  If the cry of the
herdsman warned him that a beast sought to prey upon the cattle, Kimyera
never lost time to put himself in front, and, with spear and arrow, he
often became victor.

With the pride becoming the possessor of so many admirable qualities, he
would drive his herds right through the corn-fields of the villagers,
and to all remonstrances he simply replied that the herds belonged to
Wanyana, favourite wife of Uni.  The people belonged to her also, as
well as their corn, and who could object to Wanyana's cattle eating
Wanyana's corn?

As his reputation for strength and courage was well known, the villagers
then submissively permitted him to do as he listed.

As he grew up in might and valour, Uni's regards cooled towards Wanyana,
and, as she was not permitted that freedom formerly enjoyed by her, her
visits to Kimyera ceased.  Mugema sympathised with the mother, and
contrived to send Kimyera with pots to sell to the people of the court,
with strict charge to discover every piece of news relating to the
Princess Wanyana.  The mother's heart dilated with pride every time she
saw her son, and she contrived in various ways to lengthen the
interview.  And each time he returned to his home he carried away some
gift from Wanyana, such as leopard-skins, strings of beast claws, beads,
and crocodile-teeth, girdles of white monkey-skin, parcels of ground
ochre, or camwood, or rare shells, to show Mugema and his wife.  And
often he used to say, "Wanyana bade me ask you to accept this gift from
her as a token of her esteem," showing them similar articles.

His mother's presents to him in a short time enabled him to purchase two
fine large dogs--one was black as charcoal, which was named by him
_Msigissa_, or "Darkness," the other was white as a cotton tuft, and
called _Sema-gimbi_, or "Wood-burr."  You must know that it is because
of the dog Darkness, that the Baboon clan of Uganda became so attached
to black dogs, by which they perpetuate the memory of Kimyera.

When he had become the owner of Darkness and Wood-burr, he began to
absent himself from home for longer periods, leaving the herds in charge
of the herdsmen.  With these he explored the plains, and hills, and
woods to a great distance from his home.  Sometimes he would be absent
for weeks, causing great anxiety to his kind foster-parents.  The
further he went the more grew his passion to know what lay beyond the
furthest ridge he saw, which, when discovered, he would be again tempted
to explore another that loomed in the far distance before him.  With
every man he met he entered into conversation, and obtained a various
knowledge of things of interest relating to the country, the people, and
the chiefs.  In this manner before many months he had a wide knowledge
of every road and river, village and tribe, in the neighbouring lands.

On his return from these daring excursions, he would be strictly
questioned by Mugema and his wife as to what he had been doing, but he
evaded giving the entire truth by rehearsing the hunting incidents that
attended his wanderings, so that they knew not the lands he had seen,
nor the distances that he travelled.  However, being uneasy in their
minds they communicated to Wanyana all that was related to them and all
they suspected.  Wanyana then sought permission to pay a visit to the
potter and his wife, and during the visit she asked Kimyera, "Pray tell
me, my son, whither dost thou travel on these long journeys of thine to
seek for game?"

"Oh!  I travel far through woods, and over grassy hills and plains."

"But is it in the direction of sunrise, or sunset, is it north or is it
south of here?"

To which he replied: "I seek game generally in the direction whence the
sun rises."

"Ah!" said Wanyana.  "In that way lies Ganda, where thy father lives,
and whence he came in former days to exchange cattle for salt and hoes."

"My father!  What may be my father's name, mother?"

"Kalimera."

"And where did he live?"

"His village is called Willimera, and is near the town of Bakka."

"Bakka!  I know the town, for in some of my journeys I entered a long
way into Uganda, and have chased the leopard in the woods that border
the stream called Myanja, and over the plains beyond the river many an
antelope has fallen a victim to my spear."

"It is scarcely credible, my son."

"Nay, but it is true, mother."

"Then thou must have been near Willimera in that case, and it is a pity
that thou shouldst not have seen thy father, and been received by him."

A few days later Kimyera slung his knitted haversack over his shoulder,
and with shield, two spears, and his faithful dogs Darkness and
Wood-burr, he strode out of the potter's house, and set his face once
more towards the Myanja river.  At the first village across the stream
he questioned the natives if they knew Willimera, and was told that it
was but eight hours east.  The next day he arrived, and travelled round
the village, and rested that night at the house of one of the herdsmen
of Kalimera.  He made himself very agreeable to his host, and from him
he received the fullest information of all matters relating to his
father.

The next day he began his return to Unyoro, which he reached in two
weeks.  He told Mugema and his foster-mother of his success, and they
sent a messenger to apprise Wanyana that Kimyera had returned home.

Wanyana, impatient to learn the news, arrived that night at Mugema's
house, and implored Kimyera to tell her all that he had heard and seen.

"In brief, it is this," replied Kimyera.  "I now know to a certainty
where Kalimera lives.  I have gone round the village, I know how many
natives are in it, how many herds of cattle, and how many herdsmen and
slaves he has.  Kalimera is well.  All these I learned from one of his
chief herdsmen with whom I rested a night.  I came here straight to let
thee and my foster-parents know it."

"It is very well, my son.  Now, Mugema, it is time to move," she said to
the potter.  "Uni daily becomes more intolerable to me.  I never have
yet mated with him as his wife, and I have been true to the one man who
seemed to me to be the comeliest of his kind.  Now that I know Kalimera
lives, my heart has gone to him, though my body is here.  Mugema, speak,
my friend."

"Wanyana, my wit is slow and my tongue is heavy.  Thou knowest my
circumstances.  I have one wife, but many cattle.  The two cows, Namala
and Nakaombeh, thou gavest me first, I possess still.  Their milk has
always been abundant and sweet.  Namala has sufficed to nourish Kimyera
into perfect lustiness and strength; Nakaombeh gives more than will feed
my wife and I.  Let Kimyera take his flute, his dogs, Darkness and
Wood-burr, his spears and shield; Sebarija, my cowherd, who taught
Kimyera the flute, will also take his flute and staff, and drive Namala
and Nakaombeh.  My wife will carry a few furs, some of the spoils won by
Kimyera's prowess; and, lo!  I and my family will follow Wanyana."

"A true friend thou hast been to me and mine, Mugema!  We will hence
before dawn.  In Willimera thou shalt receive tenfold what thou leavest
here.  The foundling of the clay-pit has grown tall and strong, and at
last he has found the way to his father and his father's kindred."

And as Wanyana advised, the journey was undertaken that night, and
before the sun arose Wanyana, Mugema and his wife, the slave Sebarija
driving the two cows, Namala and Nakaombeh, were far on their way
eastward, Kimyera and his two dogs, Darkness and Wood-burr, preceding
the emigrants and guiding the way.

The food they took with them sustained them for two days; but on the
third day they saw a lonely buffalo, and Kimyera, followed by Mugema and
Sebarija, chased him.  The buffalo was uncommonly wild, and led them a
long chase, far out of sight of the two women.  Then Mugema reflected
that they had done wrong in thus leaving the two women alone, and called
out to Sebarija to hurry back, and to look after the women and two cows.
Not long after, Darkness fastened his fangs in the buffalo, until
Wood-burr came up and assisted him to bring it to the ground, and there
they held him until Kimyera gave him his death-stroke.  The two men
loaded themselves with the meat, and returned to the place where they
had left, but alas! they found no traces of the two women, nor of
Sebarija and the two cows.

Day after day Kimyera and Mugema hunted all around the country for news
of the missing party, until, finally, to their great sorrow, they were
obliged to abandon the search, and came to the conclusion that it was
best for them to continue their journey and trust to chance for the
knowledge they desired.

Near Ganda another buffalo was sighted by Kimyera, and, bidding Mugema
remain at the first house he came to, he went after it with his dogs.
The buffalo galloped far, and near noon he stood still under the shelter
of a rock.  Kimyera bounded to the top, and, exerting all his strength,
he shot his spear clean through the back of the animal.  That rock is
still shown to strangers as the place where Kimyera killed the first
game in Uganda, and even the place where he stood may be seen by the
marks of his feet which were, impressed on it.  While resting on the
rock he saw a woman pass near by with a gourd of water.  He called out
to her, and begged for a drop to allay his thirst.  She smilingly
complied, as the stranger was comely and his manner pleasant.  They
entered into conversation, during which he learned that she belonged to
Ganda, and served as maid to Queen Naku, wife of Sebwana, and that Naku
was kind to strangers, and was famed for her hospitality to them.

"Dost thou think she will be kind to me?" asked Kimyera.  "I am a native
of Unyoro, and I am seeking a house where I may rest."

To which the maid replied: "It is the custom of Naku, and, indeed, of
all the princes of Ganda, to entertain the stranger since, in the far
olden times, the first prince settled in this land in which he was a
stranger.  But what may that be which is secured in thy girdle?"

"That is a reed flute on which I imitate when alone the songs of such
birds as sound sweetest to me."

"And art thou clever at it?" asked the maid.

"Be thou judge," he said; and forthwith blew on his flute until the maid
marvelled greatly.

When he had ended, she clapped her hands gaily and said:

"Thou wilt be more than welcome to Naku and her people.  Haste and
follow me that I may show thee to her, for thy fortune is made."

"Nay.  I have a companion not far from here, and I must not lose him.
But thou mayest say thou hast met a stranger who, when he has found his
friend, will present himself before Queen Naku and Sebwana before
sunset."

The maid withdrew and Kimyera rose, and cutting a large portion of the
meat he retraced his steps, and sought and found Mugema, to whom he told
all his adventures.

After washing the stains of travel and refreshing themselves, they
proceeded into the village to the residence of the queen and her consort
Sebwana.  Naku was prepared by the favourable reports of the maid to
receive Kimyera kindly, but when she saw his noble proportions and
handsome figure she became violently in love with him, and turning to
Sebwana she said:

"See now, we have guests of worth and breeding.  They must have
travelled from a far land, for I have heard of no tribe which could
boast of such a youth as this.  Let us receive him and his old friend
nobly.  Let a house close by our own be made ready for his lodging, and
let it be furnished with abundance of food, with wine [banana wine] and
milk, bananas and yams, water and fuel, and let nothing be lacking to
show our esteem for them."  Sebwana gave orders accordingly and
proceeded to select a fit house as a lodging for the guests.

Then Naku said: "I hear that thou art skilled in music.  If that is the
instrument in thy girdle with which thou hast delighted my maid, I
should be pleased to hear thee."

"Yes, Queen Naku, it is my flute; and if my music will delight thee, my
best efforts are at thy service."

Then Kimyera, kneeling on the leopard-skins placed for the convenience
of himself and Mugema, took out his flute, and after one or two
flourishes, poured forth such melodious sounds that Naku, unable to keep
her eyes open, closed them and lay down with panting breasts, while her
senses were filled as it were with dreams of happier lands, and faces of
brighter people than ever she knew in real life.  As he varied the
notes, so varied the gladsome visions of her mind.  When the music
gently vibrated on her ears, her body palpitated under the influence of
the emotions which swayed her; when they became more enlivened she
tossed her arms about, and laughed convulsively; and when the notes took
a solemn tone, she sighed and wept as though all her friends had left
her only their tender memory.  Grieved that Naku should suffer, Kimyera
woke the queen from her sorrowful condition with tones that soon started
her to her feet, and lo, all at once, those who were present joined in
the lively dance, and nothing but gay laughter was heard from them.  Oh,
it was wonderful what quick changes came over people as they heard the
flute of Kimyera.  When he ceased people began to look at one another in
a foolish and confused way, as though something very strange had
happened to them.

But Naku quickly recovered, and went to Kimyera, smiling and saying:

"It is for thee to command, O Kimyera.  To resist thy flute would be
impossible.  Again welcome to Ganda, and we shall see if we cannot keep
thee and thy flute amongst us."

She conducted Kimyera and his foster-father Mugema to their house.  She
examined carefully the arrangements made by the slaves, and when she
found anything amiss she corrected it with her own hands.  Before she
parted from them she called Mugema aside, and questioned him further
respecting the youth, by which means she obtained many interesting
particulars concerning him.

On arriving at her own house she called all the pages of the court to
her, and gave orders that if Sebwana told them to convey such and such
things to the strangers next day, that none of them should do so, but
carry them to the rear court where only women were admitted.

In consequence of this command Mugema and Kimyera found themselves
deserted next day, and not one person went near them.  Mugema therefore
sought an interview the day after with Queen Naku and said:

"The custom of this country seems strange to us, O Queen.  On the first
day we came thy favours showered abundance on us, but on the next not a
single person showed his face to us.  Had we been in a wilderness we
could not have been more alone.  It is possible that we may have
offended thee unknown to ourselves.  Pray acquaint us with our offence,
or permit us to depart at once from Ganda."

"Nay, Mugema, I must ask thee to be patient.  Food ye shall have in
abundance, through my women, and much more is in store for ye.  But
come, I will visit the young stranger, and thou shalt lead me to him."

Kimyera had been deep in thought ever since he had parted from Naku, and
he had not observed what Mugema had complained of; but on seeing Naku
enter his house, he hasted and laid matting on the floor, and, covering
it with leopard-skins, begged Naku to be seated on them.  He brought
fresh banana-leaves in his arms, and spread them near her, on which he
arranged meat and salt, and bananas and clotted milk, and kneeled before
her like a ready servitor.

Naku observed all his movements, her admiration for his person and
graces of body becoming stronger every minute.  She peeled a mellow
banana and handed it to him, saying, "Let Kimyera taste and eat with me,
and I will then know that I am in the house of a friend."

Kimyera accepted the gift with thanks, and ate the banana as though he
had never eaten anything so delicious in his life.  Then he also peeled
a beautiful and ripe banana, and, presenting it to her on a fragment of
green leaf with both hands, said to her:

"Queen Naku, it is the custom of my country for the master of the house
to wait upon his guests.  Wherefore accept, O Queen, this banana as a
token of friendship from the hands of Kimyera."

The queen smiled, bent forward with her eyes fixed on his own, and took
the yellow fruit, and ate it as though such sweetness was not known in
the banana land of Ganda.

When she had eaten she said:

"List, Kimyera, and thou, Mugema, hearken well, for I am about to utter
weighty words.  In Ganda, since the death of my father, there has been
no king.  Sebwana is my consort by choice of the elders of the land, but
in name only.  He is really only my _kate-kiro_ (Premier).  But I am now
old enough to choose a king for myself, and according to custom, I may
do so.  Wherefore I make known to thee, Mugema, that I have already
chosen my lord and husband, and he by due right must occupy the chair of
my father, the old king who is dead.  I have said to myself since the
day before yesterday that my lord and husband shall be Kimyera."

Both Kimyera and Mugema prostrated themselves three times before Naku,
and, after the youth had recovered from his confusion and surprise, he
replied:

"But, Queen Naku, hast thou thought what the people will say to this?
May it not be that they will ask, `who is this stranger that he should
reign over us?' and they will be wroth with me and try to slay me?"

"Nay.  For thou art my father's brother's son, as Mugema told me, and my
father having left no male heirs of his body, his daughter may, if she
choose, ally herself with a son of his brother.  Kalimera is a younger
brother of my father.  Thou seest, therefore, that thou, Kimyera, hast a
right to the king's chair, if I, Naku, will it to be so."

"And how, Naku, dost thou propose to act?  In thy cause my arm is ready
to strike.  Thou hast but to speak."

"In this way.  I will now leave thee, for I have some business for
Sebwana.  When he has gone I will then send for thee, and thou, when
thou comest to me, must say, `Naku, I have come.  What can Kimyera do
for Queen Naku?'  And I will rise and say, `Kimyera, come and seat
thyself in thy father's brother's chair.'  And thou wilt step forward,
bow three times before me, then six times before the king's chair, and,
with thy best spear in hand and shield on arm, thou wilt, proceed to the
king's chair, and turning to the people who will be present, say in a
loud voice thus: `Lo, people of Ganda, I am Kimyera, son of Kalimera, by
Wanyana of Unyoro.  I hereby declare that with her own free will I this
day do take Naku, my father's brother's daughter, to wife, and seat
myself in the king's chair.  Let all obey, on pain of death, the king's
word.'"

"It is well, Naku; be it according to thy wish," replied Kimyera.

Naku departed and proceeded in search of Sebwana; and, when she found
him, she affected great distress and indignation.

"How is this, Sebwana?  I gave orders that our guests should be tenderly
cared for and supplied with every needful thing.  But I find, on
inquiring this morning, that all through yesterday they were left alone
to wonder at our sudden disregard for their wants.  Haste, my friend,
and make amends for thy neglect.  Go to my fields and plantations,
collect all that is choicest for our guests, lest, when they leave us,
they will proclaim our unkindness."

Sebwana was amazed at this charge of neglect, and in anger hastened to
find out the pages.  But the pages, through Naku's good care, absented
themselves, and could not be found; so that old Sebwana was obliged to
depend upon a few unarmed slaves to drive the cattle and carry the
choicest treasures of the queen's fields and plantations for the use of
the strangers.

Sebwana having at last left the town, Naku returned to Kimyera, whom she
found with a sad and disconsolate aspect.

"Why, what ails thee, Kimyera?" she asked.  "The chair is now vacant.
Arm thyself and follow me to the audience court."

"Ah, Naku!  I but now remembered that as yet I know not whether my
mother and good nurse are alive or dead.  They may be waiting for me
anxiously somewhere near the Myanja, or their bones may be bleaching on
one of the great plains we traversed in coming hither."

"Nay, Kimyera, my lord, this is not a time for mourning.  Bethink thee
of the present needs first.  The chair of the king awaits thee.  Rise,
and occupy it, and to-morrow all Ganda is at thy service to find thy
lost mother and nurse.  Come, delay not, lest Sebwana return and take
vengeance on us all."

"Fear not, Naku, it was but a passing fit of grief which filled my mind.
Sebwana must needs be strong and brave to dispossess me when Naku is on
my side," saying which Kimyera dressed himself in war-costume, with a
crown of cock's tail feathers on his head, a great leopard skin
depending from his neck down his back, a girdle of white monkey-skin
round his waist, his body and face brilliantly painted with vermilion
and saffron.  He then armed himself with two bright shining spears of
great length, and bearing a shield of dried elephant hide, which no
ordinary spear could penetrate, he strode after Queen Naku towards the
audience court in the royal palace.  Mugema, somewhat similarly armed,
followed his foster-son.

As Kimyera strode proudly on, the great drum of Ganda sounded, and its
deep tones were heard far and wide.  Immediately the populace, who knew
well that the summons of the great drum announced an important event,
hastily armed themselves, and filled the great court.  Naku, the queen,
they found seated in a chair alongside of the king's chair, which was
now unfilled, and in front of her was a tall young stranger, who
prostrated himself three times before the queen.  He was then seen
bowing six times before the empty king's chair.  Rising to his feet, he
stepped towards it, and afterwards faced the multitude, who were looking
on wonderingly.

The young stranger, lifting his long spears and raising his shield in an
attitude of defence, cried out aloud, so that all heard his voice:

"Lo, people of Ganda!  I am Kimyera, son of Kalimera, by Wanyana of
Unyoro.  I hereby declare that with her own free will I this day do take
Naku, my father's brother's daughter, to wife, and seat myself in the
king's chair.  Let all obey, on pain of death, the king's word."

On concluding this address, he stepped back a pace, and gravely sat in
the king's chair.  A loud murmur rose from the multitude, and the shafts
of spears were seen rising up, when Naku rose to her feet, and said:

"People of Ganda, open your ears.  I, Naku, the legitimate queen of
Ganda, hereby declare that I have found my father's brother's son, and
I, this day, of my own free will and great love for him, do take him for
my lord and husband.  By full right Kimyera fills the king's chair.  I
charge you all henceforth to be loyal to him, and him only."

As she ended her speech the people gave a great shout of welcome to the
new king, and they waved their spears, and clashed them against their
shields, thus signifying their willing allegiance to King Kimyera.

The next day great bodies of strong men were despatched in different
directions for the king's mother and his nurse, and for Sebarija and the
two cows, Namala and Nakaombeh.  If alive they were instructed to convey
them with honour and care to Ganda, and if any fatal misadventure had
happened to them, their remains were to be borne with all due respect to
the king.

Sebwana, meanwhile, had started for the plantations, and hearing the
thunder of the great drum, divined that Naku had deposed him in favour
of the young stranger.  To assure himself of the fact, he sent a
confidential slave to discover the truth of the matter, while he sought
a place where he could await, unobserved, the return of his messenger.
When his slave came back to him he learned what great event had occurred
during his short absence, and that his power had been given to another.
Knowing the fate attending those thus deposed, he secretly retired to
the district that had given him birth, where he lived obscure and safe
until he died at a good old age.

After some days Sebarija and Mugema's wife, and the two cows Namala and
Nakaombeh, were found by the banks of Myanja, near a rocky hill which
contained a cave, whither they had retired to seek a dwelling-place
until news could be found of Mugema and Kimyera.  But Wanyana, the
king's mother, while gathering fuel near the cave during the absence of
Sebarija and the potter's wife, had been fatally wounded by a leopard,
before her cries brought Sebarija to her rescue.  A short time after she
had been taken into the cave she had died of her wounds, and her body
had been folded in such furs and covering as her friends possessed, that
Kimyera, on his return, might be satisfied of the manner of her death.

Kimyera, accompanied by his wife Naku and old Mugema, set out from Ganda
with a great escort to receive the long-lost couple and the remains of
Wanyana.  Mugema rejoiced to see his old wife once more, though he
deeply regretted the loss of his friend the princess.  As for the king,
his grief was excessive, but Naku, with her loving ways, assisted him to
bear his great misfortune.  A period of mourning, for an entire moon,
was enjoined on all the people, after which a great mound was built at
Kagoma over the remains of the unfortunate princess, and Sebarija was
duly installed as keeper of the monument.  Ever since that day it has
become the custom to bury the queen-mothers near the grave of Wanyana,
and to appoint keepers of the royal cemetery in memory of Sebarija, who
first occupied that post.

While he lived Sebarija was honoured with a visit, on the first day of
every alternate moon, from Kimyera, who always brought with him a young
buffalo as a gift to the faithful cowherd.  During these days the king
and Sebarija were accustomed to play their flutes together as they did
in the old time, and their seats were on mats placed on top of the
mound, while the escort and servants of the king and queen sat all round
the foot of it, and this was the manner in which Wanyana's memory was
honoured during her son's life.

Kimyera finally settled with Queen Naku at Birra, where he built a large
town.  Mugema and his wife, with their two cows Namala and Nakaombeh,
lived near the palace for many years, until they died.

Darkness and Wood-burr accompanied the king on many a hunt in the plains
bordering the Myanja, in the woods of Ruwambo, and along the lakelands
which look towards Bussi; and they in their turn died and were
honourably interred with many folds of bark-cloth.  Queen Naku, after
giving birth to three sons, died during the birth of her fourth child,
and was buried with great honour near Birra, and finally, after living
to a great old age, the hunter king, Kimyera, died, mourned by all his
people.



CHAPTER TEN.

THE LEGEND OF THE LEOPARDESS AND HER TWO SERVANTS, DOG AND JACKAL.

The following legend was also told by Kadu as we approached Isangila
cataract.

Long ago, in the early age of Uganda, a leopardess, in want of a servant
to do chores in her den, was solicited by a jackal to engage him to
perform that duty.  As Jackal had a very suspicious appearance, with his
ears drawn back, and his furtive eyes, and a smile which always seemed
to be a leer, the Leopardess consulted with Dog, whom she had lately
hired as her steward, as to the propriety of trusting such a
cunning-looking animal.

Dog trotted out to the entrance of the den to examine the stranger for
himself, and, after close inspection of him, asked Jackal what work he
could do.  Jackal replied humbly and fawningly, and said that he could
fetch water from the brook, collect fuel, sweep out the house, and was
willing, if necessary, to cook now and then, as he was not a novice in
the art of cooking; and, looking at Leopardess, "I am very fond of cubs,
and am very clever in nursing them."  Mistress Leopardess, on hearing
this, seemed to be impressed with the abilities of Jackal, and, without
waiting for the advice of Dog, engaged him at once, and said:

"Jackal, you must understand that my custom is to feed my servants well.
What is left from my table is so abundant that I have heard no
complaints from any who have been with me.  Therefore you need fear no
starvation, but while you may depend upon being supplied with plenty of
meat, the bones must not be touched.  Dog shall be your companion, but
neither he nor anyone else is permitted to touch the bones."

"I shall be quite content, Mistress Leopardess.  Meat is good enough for
me, and for good meat you may depend upon it I shall give good work."

The household of Mistress Leopardess was completed; she suffered no
anxiety, and enjoyed herself in her own way.  The chase was her great
delight.  The forest and plains were alive with game, and each morning
at sunrise it was her custom to set out for the hunt, and scarcely a day
passed but she returned with sufficient meat to fatten her household.
Dog and Jackal expressed themselves delighted with the luscious repasts
which they enjoyed, and a sleek roundness witnessed that they fared
nobly.  But as it frequently happens with people who have everything
they desire, Dog, in a short while, became more nice and fastidious in
his tastes.  He hankered after the bones which were forbidden him, and
was heard to sigh deeply whenever Mistress Leopardess collected the
bones and stored them in the interior, and his eyes became filled with
tears as he eyed the rich morsels stowed away.  His feelings at last
becoming intolerable, he resolved to appeal to his mistress one day, as
she appeared to be in a more amiable mood than usual, and said:

"Mistress, thanks to you, the house is always well supplied with meat,
and none of your servants have any reason to think that they will ever
suffer the pangs of hunger; but, speaking for myself, mistress mine, I
wish for one thing more, if you will be so good as to grant it."

"And what may that be, greedy one?" asked Leopardess.

"Well, you see, mistress, I fear you do not understand the nature of
dogs very well.  You must know dogs delight in marrow, and often prefer
it to meat.  The latter by itself is good, but however plentiful and
good it may be, without an occasional morsel of marrow it is apt to
pall.  Dogs also love to sharpen their teeth on bones and screw their
tongues within the holes for the sake of the rich juice.  By itself,
marrow would not fatten my ribs; but meat with marrow is most
delectable.  Now, good mistress, seeing that I have been so faithful in
your service, so docile and prompt to do your bidding, will you not be
gracious enough to let me gnaw the bones and extract the marrow?"

"No," roared Leopardess decisively, "that is positively forbidden; and
let me warn you that the day you venture to do so, a strange event will
happen suddenly, which shall have most serious consequences to you and
to all in this house.

"And you, Jackal, bear what I say well in mind," she continued, turning
to that servile subordinate.

"Yes, mistress; I will, most certainly.  Indeed, I do not care very
greatly for bones," said Jackal, "and I hope my friend and mate, Dog,
will remember, good mistress, what you say."

"I hear, mistress," replied Dog, "and since it is your will, I must
needs obey."

The alarming words of Leopardess had the effect of compelling Dog and
Jackal for awhile to desist from even thinking of marrow, and the
entreaty of Dog appeared to be forgotten by Leopardess, though Jackal
was well aware, by the sparkles in the covetous eyes of Dog when any
large bone was near him, how difficult it was for him to resist the
temptation.  Day after day Leopardess sallied out from her den, and
returned with kids, goats, sheep, antelopes, zebra, and often a young
giraffe; and one day she brought a great buffalo to her household, and
cubs and servants came running to greet her, and praise her successful
hunting.

On this day Dog undertook to prepare the dinner.  The buffalo-meat was
cooked in exquisite fashion, and when it was turned out of the great
pot, steaming and trickling over everywhere with juice, Dog caught sight
of a thigh-bone and yellow marrow glistening within.  The temptation to
steal it was too great to resist.  He contrived to drop the bone back
again into the pot, furnished the tray quickly with the meat, and sent
Jackal with it to Leopardess, saying that he would follow with the
kabobs and stew.  As soon as Jackal had gone out of the kitchen, Dog
whipped the bone out of the pot and slyly hid it; then, loading stew and
kabobs on a tray, he hurried after Jackal, and began officiously
bustling about, fawning upon Leopardess, stroking the cubs as he placed
them near their mamma around the smoking trays, scolding Jackal for his
laziness, and bidding him hurry up with the steaks.  All of which, of
course, was due to his delight that he had a rare treat in store for
himself snugly hidden away.

Leopardess was pleased to bestow a good many praises upon Dog's cooking,
and the cubs even condescended to smile their approval for the excellent
way in which their wants were supplied.

Towards evening Mistress Leopardess went out again, but not before
reminding Jackal of his duties towards the cubs, and bidding him, if it
were late before she returned, on no account to leave them alone in the
dark.  Dog smilingly followed his mistress to the door, wishing her, in
the most fawning manner, every success.  When he thought that his
mistress was far enough, and Jackal quite occupied with the cubs, Dog
hastened to the kitchen, and, taking up his bone, stole out of the
house, and carried it to a considerable distance off.  When he thought
he was safe from observation, he lay down, and, placing the bone between
his paws, was about to indulge his craving for marrow, when lo! the bone
was seen to fly away back to the den.  Wondering at such a curious
event, furious at his disappointment, and somewhat alarmed as he
remembered Leopardess's warning words, he rushed after it, crying:

"Jackal, Jackal! shut the door; the bone is coming.  Jackal, please shut
the door."

Jackal fortunately was at the door, squatting on his haunches, having
just arrived there from nursing the cubs, and saw the bone coming
straight towards him, and Dog galloping and crying out to shut the door.
Quickly perceiving that Dog had at last allowed his appetite to get the
better of his duty, and having, truth to say, a fellow-feeling for his
fellow-servant, Jackal closed the door just in time, for in about a
second afterwards the bone struck the door with a tremendous force,
dinting it deeply.

Then Jackal turned to Dog, on recovering from his astonishment, and
angrily asked, "Oh, Dog, do you know what you are doing?  Have you no
sense?  You came near being the death of me this time.  I'll tell you
what, my friend, if Mistress Leopardess hears of this, your life is not
worth a feather."

"Now don't, please, good Jackal--don't say anything of it this time.
The fright I have had is quite sufficient to keep me from touching a
bone again."

"Well, I am sure I don't wish you any harm, but for your life's sake do
not be so dull as to forget the lesson you have learned."

Soon after Leopardess returned with a small antelope for the morrow's
breakfast, and cried out to Jackal, as was usual with her on returning
from the hunt:

"Now, my Jackal, bring the cubs hither; my dugs are so heavy.  How are
the little ones?"

"Ah, very well, ma'am: poor little dears, they have been in a sweet
sleep ever since you went out."

A few days later, Leopardess brought a fat young zebra, and Jackal
displayed his best skill in preparing it for dinner.  Dog also assisted
with wise suggestions in the preparation of certain auxiliaries to the
feast.  When all was ready, Dog laid the table, and as fast as Jackal
brought the various dishes, Dog arranged them in the most tempting
manner on fresh banana-leaves, spread over the ample plateau.  Just
before sitting down to the meal, Leopardess heard a strange noise
without, and bounded to the door, growling angrily at being disturbed.
Dog instantly seized the opportunity of her absence to extract a great
bone from one of the trays, and stowed it in a recess in the wall of the
passage leading from the kitchen.  Presently Leopardess came back, and
when the cubs were brought the meal was proceeded with in silence.  When
they had all eaten enough, the good effect of it was followed by
commendations upon the cooking, and the juicy flavour of the meat, and
how well Jackal had prepared everything.  Neither was Dog forgotten by
the mistress and her young ones, and he was dismissed with the plenteous
remnants of the feast for himself and mate, with the courteous hope that
they would find enough and to spare.

In the afternoon Leopardess, having refreshed herself with a nap,
sallied out once more, enjoining Jackal, as she was going out of the
den, to be attentive to her little ones during her absence.

While his friend Jackal proceeded towards the cubs, Dog surreptitiously
abstracted his bone from the cavity in the passage wall, and trotted out
unobserved.  When he had arrived at a secluded place, he lay down, and,
seizing the bone between his paws, was about to give it a preliminary
lick, when again, to his dismay and alarm, the bone flew up and away
straight for the door.  Dog loped after it as fast as his limbs could
carry him, crying out:

"Oh, Jackal, Jackal, good Jackal!  Shut the door.  Hurry up.  Shut the
door, good Jackal."

Again Jackal heard his friend's cry, and sprang up to close the door,
and the instant he had done so the bone struck it with dreadful force.

Turning to the crestfallen and panting Dog, Jackal said sternly: "You
are a nice fellow, you are.  I well see the end of you.  Now listen,
this is the last time that I shall help you, my friend.  The next time
you take a bone you will bear the consequences, so look out."

"Come, Jackal, now don't say any more; I will not look at a bone again,
I make you a solemn promise."

"Keep to that, and you will be safe," replied Jackal.

Poor Dog, however, was by no means able to adhere to his promise, for a
few days afterwards Leopardess brought a fat young eland, and he found
an opportunity to abstract a fine marrowbone before serving his generous
mistress.  Late in the afternoon, after dinner and siesta, Leopardess,
before going out, repeated her usual charge to Jackal, and while the
faithful servant retired to his nursing duties, greedy Dog sought his
bone, and stole out to the forest with it.  This time he went further
than usual.  Jackal meanwhile finding the cubs indisposed for sleep, led
them out to the door of the den, where they frisked and gambolled about
with all the liveliness of cubhood.  Jackal was sitting at a distance
from the door when he heard the cries of Dog.  "Oh, Jackal, Jackal, good
Jackal!  Shut the door quickly.  Look out for the bone.  It is coming.
Shut the door quickly."

"Ha, ha! friend Dog!  At it again, eh?" said the Jackal.  "It is too
late, too late, Doggie dear, the cubs are in the doorway."  He looked
up, however, saw the bone coming with terrific speed; he heard it whiz
as it flew close over his head, and almost immediately after it struck
one of the cubs, killing it instantly.

Jackal appeared to quickly realise the consequences of Dog's act, and
his own carelessness, and feeling that henceforth Leopardess's den would
be no home for him, he resolved to escape.  Just then Dog came up, and
when he saw the dead cub he set up a piteous howl.

"Ay," said Jackal.  "You fool, you begin to see what your greed has
brought upon us all.  Howl on, my friend, but you will howl differently
when Mistress Leopardess discovers her dead cub.  Bethink yourself how
all this will end.  Our mighty mistress, if she catches you, will make
mincemeat of you.  Neither may I stay longer here.  My home must be a
burrow in the wild wood, or in the rocky cave in future.  What will you
do?"

"I, Jackal?  I know not yet.  Go, if you will, and starve yourself.  I
trust to find a better home than a cramped burrow, or the cold shelter
of a cave.  I love warmth, and kitchen fires, and the smell of roast
meats too well to trust myself to the chilly covert you propose to seek,
and my coat is too fine for rough outdoor life."

"Hark!" cried Jackal, "do you hear that?  That is the mistress's warning
note!  Fare you well, Doggie.  I shall dream of you to-night lying stark
under the paw of the Leopardess."

Jackal waited to say no more, but fled from the scene, and from that day
to this Jackal has been a vagabond.  He loves the darkness, and the
twilight.  It is at such times you hear his yelp.  He is very selfish
and cowardly.  He has not courage enough to kill anything for himself,
but prefers to wait--licking his chops--until the lion or the leopard,
who has struck the game, has gorged himself.

As for Dog he was sorely frightened, but after a little deliberation he
resolved to face the matter out until he was certain of the danger.  He
conveyed the cubs, living and dead, quickly within, and then waited with
well-dissembled anxiety the coming of his mistress.

Leopardess shortly arrived, and was met at the door by the obsequious
Dog with fawning welcome.

"Where is Jackal?" asked Leopardess as she entered.

"I regret to say he has not returned yet from a visit which he said he
was bound to pay his friends and family, whom he had not seen for so
long," replied Dog.

"Then you go and bring my little ones to me.  Poor little dears, they
must be hungry by this, and my milk troubles me," commanded the
mistress.

Dog departed readily, thinking to himself, "I am in for it now."  He
soon returned, bearing one of the cubs, and laid it down.

"Bring the other one, quickly," cried Leopardess.

"Yes, ma'am, immediately," he said.

Dog took the same cub up again, but in a brief time returned with it.
The cub, already satisfied, would not touch the teat.

"Go and bring the other one, stupid," cried Leopardess, observing that
it would not suck.

"This is the other one, mistress," he replied.

"Then why does it not suck?" she asked.

"Perhaps it has not digested its dinner."

"Where is Jackal?  Has he not yet returned?  Jackal!" she cried.  "Where
are you, Jackal?"

From the jungle out-doors Jackal shrilly yelped, "Here I am, mistress!"

"Come to me this instant," commanded Leopardess.

"Coming, mistress, coming," responded Jackal's voice faintly, for at the
sound of her call he had been alarmed and was trotting off.

"Why, what can be the matter with the brute, trifling with me in this
manner?  Here, Dog, take this cub to the crib."

Dog hastened to obey, but Leopardess, whose suspicions had been aroused,
quietly followed him as he entered the doorway leading into the inner
recess of the house where the crib was placed.  Having placed the living
near the dead cub in the crib, Dog turned to leave, when he saw his
dreaded mistress in the doorway, gazing with fierce distended eyes, and
it flashed on him that she had discovered the truth, and fear adding
speed to his limbs he darted like an arrow between her legs, and rushed
out of the den.  With a loud roar of fury Leopardess sprang after him,
Dog running for dear life.  His mistress was gaining upon him, when Dog
turned aside, and ran round the trees.  Again Leopardess was rapidly
drawing near, when Dog shot straight away and increased the distance
between them a little.  Just as one would think Dog had no hope of
escaping from his fierce mistress, he saw a wart-hog's burrow, into
which he instantly dived.  Leopardess arrived at the hole in the ground
as the tail of Dog disappeared from her sight.  Being too large of body
to enter, she tore up the entrance to the burrow, now and then extending
her paw far within to feel for her victim.  But the burrow was of great
length, and ran deep downwards, and she was at last obliged to desist
from her frantic attempts to reach the runaway.

Reflecting awhile, Leopardess looked around and saw Monkey near by,
sitting gravely on a branch watching her.

"Come down, Monkey," she imperatively commanded, "and sit by this burrow
and watch the murdering slave who is within, while I procure materials
to smoke him out."

Monkey obeyed, and descending the tree, took his position at the mouth
of the burrow.  But it struck him that should Dog venture out, his
strength would be unable to resist him.  He therefore begged Leopardess
to stay a moment, while he went to bring a rock with which he could
block the hole securely.  When this was done Leopardess said, "Now stay
here, and do not stir until I return; I will not be long, and when I
come I will fix him."

Leopardess, leaving the burrow in charge of Monkey, commenced to collect
a large quantity of dry grass, and then proceeded to her house to
procure fire wherewith to light it, and suffocate Dog with the smoke.

Dog, soon after entering the burrow had turned himself round and faced
the hole, to be ready for all emergencies.  He had heard Leopardess give
her orders to Monkey, had heard Monkey's plans for blockading him, as
well as the threat of Leopardess to smoke him out.  There was not much
hope for him if he stayed longer.

After a little while he crept close to the rock that blocked his exit,
and whispered:

"Monkey, let me out, there's a good fellow."

"It may not be," replied Monkey.

"Ah, Monkey, why are you so cruel?  I have not done any harm to you.
Why do you stand guard over me to prevent my escape?"

"I am simply obeying orders, Dog.  Leopardess said, `Stay here and
watch, and see that Dog does not escape;' and I must do so or harm will
come to me, as you know."

Then said Dog, "Monkey, I see that you have a cruel heart, too, though I
thought none but the Leopard kind could boast of that.  May you feel
some day the deep despair I feel in my heart.  Let me say one word more
to you before I die.  Put your head close to me that you may hear it."

Monkey, curious to know what the last word could be about, put his face
close between the rock and the earth and looked in, upon which Dog threw
so much dust and sand into his cunning eyes as almost to blind him.

Monkey staggered back from the entrance, and while knuckling his eyes to
nib the sand out, Dog put his fore-feet against the rock and soon rolled
it away.  Then, after a hasty view around, Dog fled like the wind from
the dangerous spot.

Monkey, after clearing his eyes from the dirt thrown in them, and
reviewing his position, began to be concerned as to his own fate.  It
was not long before his crafty mind conceived that it would be a good
idea to place some soft nuts within the burrow, and roll back the stone
into its place.

When Leopardess returned with the fire she was told that Dog was
securely imprisoned within, upon which she piled the grass over the
burrow and set fire to it.

Presently a crackling sound was heard within.

"What can that be?" demanded Leopardess.

"That must surely be one of Dog's ears that you heard exploding,"
replied Monkey.

After a short time another crackling sound was heard.

"And what is that?" asked Leopardess.

"Ah, that must be the other ear of course," Monkey answered.

But as the fire grew hotter and the heat increased within there were a
great many of these sounds heard, at which Monkey laughed gleefully and
cried:

"Ah ha! do you hear?  Dog is splitting to pieces now.  Oh, he is burning
up finely; every bone in his body is cracking.  Ah, but it is a cruel
death, though, is it not?"

"Let him die," fiercely cried Leopardess.  "He killed one of my young
cubs--one of the loveliest little fellows you ever saw."

Both Leopardess and Monkey remained at the burrow until the fire had
completely died out, then the first said:

"Now, Monkey, bring me a long stick with a hook at the end of it, that I
may rake Dog's bones out and feast my eyes upon them."

Monkey hastened to procure the stick, with which the embers were raked
out, when Leopardess exclaimed:

"What a queer smell this is!  It is not at all like what one would
expect from a burnt dog."

"Ah," replied Monkey, "Dog must be completely burnt by this.  Of that
there can be no doubt.  Did you ever burn a dog before that you know the
smell of its burnt body so well?"

"No," said the Leopardess; "but this is not like the smell of roast
meat.  Rake out all the ashes that I may see the bones and satisfy
myself."

Monkey, compelled to do as he was commanded, put in his stick, and drew
out several half-baked nuts, the shells of which were cracked and gaping
open.  These Leopardess no sooner saw than she seized Monkey, and
furiously cried:

"You wretch, you have deceived and trifled with me!  You have permitted
the murderer of my cub to escape, and your life shall now be the forfeit
for his."

"Pardon, mighty Leopardess, but let me ask how do you propose to slay
me?"

"Why, miserable slave, how else should I kill you but with one scratch
of my claws?"

"Nay, then, great Queen, my blood will fall on your head and smother
you.  It is better for yourself that you should toss me up above that
thorny bough, so that when I fall upon it the thorns may penetrate my
heart and kill me."

No sooner had Monkey ended, than fierce Leopardess tossed Monkey upward
as he had directed; but the latter seized the bough and sat up, and from
this he sprang upward into another still higher, and thence from branch
to branch and from tree to tree until he was safe from all possible
pursuit.

Leopardess perceived that another of her intended victims had escaped,
and was furious with rage.

"Come down this instant," she cried to Monkey, hoping he would obey her.

"Nay, Leopardess.  It has been told me, and the forest is full of the
report, that your cruelty has driven from you Jackal and Dog, and that
they will never serve you again.  Cruel people never can reckon upon
friends.  I and my tribe, so long servants to you, will henceforth be
strangers to you.  Fare you well."

A great rustling was heard in the trees overhead as Monkey and his tribe
migrated away from the district of the cruel Leopardess who, devoured
with rage, was obliged to depart with not one of her vengeful thoughts
gratified.

As she was returning to her den, Leopardess bethought herself of the
Oracle, who was her friend, who would no doubt, at her solicitations,
reveal the hiding-places of Jackal and Dog.  She directed her steps to
the cave of the Oracle, who was a nondescript practising witchcraft in
the wildest part of the district.

To this curious being she related the story of the murder of her cub by
Jackal and Dog, and requested him to inform her by what means she could
discover the criminals and wreak her vengeance on them.

The Oracle replied, "Jackal has gone into the wild wood, and he and his
family henceforward will always remain there, to degenerate in time into
a suspicious and cowardly race.  Dog has fled to take his shelter in the
home of man, to be his companion and friend, and to serve man against
you and your kind.  But lest you accuse me of ill-will to you, I will
tell you how you may catch Dog if you are clever and do not allow your
temper to exceed your caution.  Not far off is a village belonging to
one of the human tribes, near which there is a large ant-hill, where
moths every morning flit about in the sunshine of the early day.  About
the same time Dog leaves the village to sport and gambol and chase the
moths.  If you can find a lurking-place not far from it, where you can
lie silently in wait, Dog may be caught by you in an unwary moment while
at his daily play.  I have spoken."

Leopardess thanked the Oracle and retired brooding over its advice.
That night the moon was very clear and shining bright, and she stole out
of her den, and proceeding due west as she was directed, in a few hours
she discovered the village and the ant-hill described by the Oracle.
Near the mound she also found a thick dense bush, which was made still
more dense by the tall wild grass surrounding it.  In the depths of this
she crouched, waiting for morning.  At dawn the village wherein men and
women lived was astir, and at sunrise the gates were opened.  A little
later Dog signalled himself by his well-known barks as he came out to
take his morning's exercise.  Unsuspicious of the presence of his late
dread mistress he bounded up the hill and began to circle around,
chasing the lively moths.  Leopardess, urged by her anger, did not wait
until Dog, tired with his sport, would of his own accord stray among the
bushes, but uttering a loud roar sprang out from her hiding-place.  Dog,
warned by her voice, which he well knew, put his tail between his legs
and rushed through the open gates and alarmed his new masters, who came
pouring from their houses with dreadful weapons in their hands, who
chased her, and would have slain her had she not bounded over the fence.
Thus Leopardess lost her last chance of revenging the death of her cub;
but as she was creeping homeward her mortification was so great that she
vowed to teach her young eternal hostility towards Dog and all his
tribe.  Dog also, convinced that his late mistress was one who nourished
an implacable resentment when offended, became more cautious, and a
continued life with his new masters increased his attachment for them.
When he finally married, and was blessed with a progeny, he taught his
pups various arts by which they might ingratiate themselves more and
more with the human race.  He lived in comfort and affluence to a good
old age, and had the satisfaction to see his family grow more and more
in the estimation of their generous masters, until dogs and men became
inseparable companions.

Leopardess and her cub removed far away from the house associated with
her misfortune, but though Time healed the keen sore of her bereavement
by blessing her annually with more cubs, her hate for Dog and his kind
was lasting and continues to this day.  And thus it was that the
friendly fellowship which reigned between the forest animals during the
golden age of Uganda was broken for ever.

For proof of the truth of what I have said consider the matter in your
own minds.  Regard the Ape who, upon the least alarm springs up the
tree, and stays not until he has secured himself far from reach.  Think
of the Jackal in his cheerless solitude deep in the bowels of the earth,
or in the farthest rocky recess that he can discover, ever on the watch
against some foe, too full of distrust to have a friend, the most
selfish and cowardly of the forest community.  The Leopard is the enemy
at all times, night and day, of every animal, unless it be the lion and
the elephant.  As for the Dog, where is the man who is not acquainted
with his fidelity, his courage in time of danger, his watchful care of
his interests by night, and his honest love for the family which feeds
him?  My story is here ended.



CHAPTER ELEVEN.

A SECOND VERSION OF THE LEOPARD AND THE DOG STORY.

Sarboko, who was originally from Unyoro, a country which lies to the
north of Uganda, and had been employed as a page by Mtesa, king of
Uganda, protested that his version of how the dog became estranged from
the leopard, his chum, was nearer the truth than that given by Kadu.
Perceiving that he was inclined to contribute to our amusement, for a
reason of his own, we ranged ourselves around the camp fire in the usual
way and prepared to listen to another version of a legend which is
popular among most of the tribes dwelling in the Lake Region.

HOW THE DOG OUTWITTED THE LEOPARD.

In the early time there was a dog and a leopard dwelling together in a
cave like chums.  They shared and fared alike.  Exact half of everything
and equal effort were the terms upon which they lived.  Many and many a
famous raid among the flocks and fowls in the human villages they made.
The leopard was by far the strongest and boldest, and was most
successful in catching prey.  Dog lived so well on the spoils brought
home by his friend that he became at last fat and lazy, and he began to
dislike going out at night in the rain and cold dew, and to hide this
growing habit from Leopard he had to be very cunning.  He always
invented some excuse or another to explain why he brought nothing to the
common larder, and finally he hit upon a new plan of saving himself from
the toil and danger.

Just before dusk one day, Leopard and Dog were sociably chatting
together, when Leopard said that he intended that night to catch a fine
fat black goat which he had observed in the nearest village to their
den.  He had watched him getting fatter every day, and he was bent upon
bringing him home.

"Black is it?" cried Dog.  "That is strange, for that is also the colour
of the one I purposed to catch to-night."

The two friends slept until most of the night was gone, but when there
were signs that morning was not far off they silently loped away to
their work.

They parted at the village which Leopard had selected to rob, Dog
whispering "Good luck" to him.  Dog trotted off a little way and sneaked
back to watch his friend.

Leopard stealthily surveying the tall fence, saw one place which he
could leap over, and at one spring was inside the village.  Snuffing
about, he discovered the goat-pen, forced an entrance, and seizing his
prize by the neck, drew it out.  He then flung it over his shoulders,
and with a mighty leap landed outside the fence.

Dog, who had watched his chance, now cried out in an affected voice,
"Hi, hi--wake up!  Leopard has killed the goat.  There he is.  Ah, ah!
Kill him, kill him!"

Alarmed at the noise made, and hearing a rustle in the grass near him,
Leopard was obliged to abandon his prize, and to save his own life,
dropped the goat and fled.

Dog, chuckling loudly at the success of his ruse, picked the dead goat
up, and trotted home to the den with it.

"Oh, see, Leopard!" cried he, as he reached the entrance, "what a fat
goat I've got at my village.  Is it not a heavy one?  But where is
yours?  Did you not succeed after all?"

"Oh!  I was alarmed by the owners in the village, who pursued me and
yelled out, `Kill him, kill him!' and there was something rustling in
the grass close by, and I thought that I was done for; but I dropped the
goat and ran away.  I dare say they have found the animal by this, and
have eaten our meat.  Never mind, though, better luck next time.  I saw
a fine fat white goat in the pen, which I am sure to catch to-morrow
night."

"Well, I am very sorry, but cheer your heart.  You shall have an equal
share with me of this.  Let us bestir ourselves to cook it."

They gathered sticks and made a fire, and began to roast it.  When it
was nearly ready Dog went outside, and took a stick and beat the ground,
and whined out:

"Oh! please, I did not do it.  It was Leopard that killed the goat.  Oh!
don't kill me.  It was Leopard who stole it."

Leopard, hearing these cries and the blows of the stick, thought to
himself: "Ah! the men have followed us to our den, and are killing Dog;
then they will come and kill me if I do not run."  He therefore ran out
and escaped.

Dog, on seeing him well away, coolly returned to the den and devoured
the whole of the meat, leaving only the bones.

After a long time Leopard returned to the den, and found Dog moaning
piteously.  "What is the matter, my friend?" he asked.

"Ah! oh! don't touch me; don't touch me, I beg of you.  I am so bruised
and sore all over!  Ah! my bones!  They have half killed me," moaned
Dog.

"Poor fellow!  Well, lie still and rest.  There is nothing like rest for
a bruised body.  I will get that white goat the next time I try."

After waiting two or three days, Leopard departed to obtain the white
goat.  Dog sneaked after him, and served his friend in the same way,
bringing the white goat himself, and bragging how he had succeeded,
while pretending to pity Leopard for his bad luck.

Three times running Dog served him with the same trick, and Leopard was
much mortified at his own failure.  Then Leopard thought of the Muzimu--
the oracle who knows all things, and gives such good advice to those who
are unfortunate and ask for his help--and he resolved, in his distress,
to seek him.

In the heart of the tall, dark woods, where the bush is most dense,
where vines clamber over the clumps, and fold themselves round and round
the trees, and hang in long coils by the side of a cool stream, the
Muzimu resided.

Leopard softly drew near the sacred place and cried, "Oh!  Muzimu, have
pity on me.  I am almost dying with hunger.  I used to be bold and
strong, and successful, but now, of late, though I catch my prey as of
old, something always happens to scare me away, and I lose the meat I
have taken.  Help me, O Muzimu, and tell how my good luck may return."

After a while the Muzimu answered in a deep voice, "Leopard, your
ill-luck comes from your own folly.  You know how to catch prey, but it
takes a dog to know how to eat it.  Go; watch your friend, and your
ill-luck will fly away."

Leopard was never very wise, though he had good eyes, and was swift and
brave, and he thought over what the Muzimu said.  He could not
understand in what way his good luck would return by watching his
friend, but he resolved to follow the advice of the Muzimu.

The next night Leopard gave out that he was going to seize a
dun-coloured goat, and Dog said, "Ah! that is what I mean to do too.  I
think a dun-coated goat so sweet."

The village was reached, a low place was found in the palings, and
Leopard, as quick as you could wink, was over and among the goats.  With
one stroke he struck his victim dead, threw it over his shoulders, and,
with a flying leap, carried it outside.  Dog, who was hiding near the
place, in a strange voice cried, "Ah! here he is--the thief of a
Leopard!  Kill him! kill him!"

Leopard turning his head around, saw him in the grass and heard him
yelp, "Awu-ou-ou!  Awu-ou-ou!  Kill him! kill him!" dropped the goat for
an instant and said, "Ah, it is you, my false friend, is it?  Wait a
bit, and I will teach you how you may steal once too often."  With eyes
like balls of fire, he rushed at him, and would have torn him into
pieces, but Dog's instinct told him that the game he had been playing
was up, and burying his tail between his hind legs, he turned and fled
for dear life.  Round and round the village he ran, darting this way and
that, until, finding his strength was oozing out of him, he dashed
finally through a gap in the fence, straight into a man's house and
under the bed, where he lay gasping and panting.  Seeing that the man,
who had been scared by his sudden entry, was about to take his spear to
kill him, he crawled from under the bed to the man's feet, and licked
them, and turned on his back imploring mercy.  The man took pity on him,
tied him up, and made a pet of him.  Ever since Dog and Man have been
firm friends, but a mortal hatred has existed between Dog and Leopard.
Dog's back always bristles straight up when his enemy is about, and
there is no truer warning of the Leopard's presence than that given by
Dog--while Leopard would rather eat a dog than a goat any day.  That is
the way--as I heard it in Unyoro--that the chumship between Leopard and
Dog was broken up.



CHAPTER TWELVE.

THE LEGEND OF THE CUNNING TERRAPIN AND THE CRANE.

The following story of the cunning Terrapin and the Crane established
Kadu's reputation among us, and the Zanzibaris were never so amused as
on this evening.

"Master," began Kadu, after we had made ourselves comfortable before a
bright and crackling fire, "some men say that animals do not reason, and
cannot express themselves, but I should like to know how it is that we
perceive that there is great cunning in their actions, as though they
calculated beforehand how to act, and what would be the result.  We
Waganda think animals are very clever.  We observe the cock in the yard,
and the hen with her chickens; the leopard, as he is about to pounce on
his prey; the lion, as he is about to attack; the crocodile, as he
prepares for his rush; the buffalo in the shade, as he awaits the
hunter; the elephant, as he stands at attention; and we say to
ourselves, how intelligent they are!  Our legends are all founded on
these things, and we interpret the actions of animals from having seen
their methods; and I think men placed in the same circumstances could
not have acted much better.  It may appear to you, as though we were
telling you mere idle tales to raise a laugh.  Well, it may be very
amusing to hear and talk about them, but it is still more amusing to
watch the tricks of animals and insects, and our old men are fond of
quoting the actions of animals to teach us, while we are children, what
we ought to do.  Indeed, there is scarcely a saying but what is founded
upon something that an animal was seen to do at one time or another.

"Now the story that I am about to relate, is a very old one in Uganda.
I heard it when a child, and from the fact that a Terrapin was said to
be so cunning, I have never liked to ill-treat a Terrapin, and every
time I see one, the story comes to my mind in all its freshness."

A Terrapin and a Crane were one time travelling together very sociably.
They began their conversation by the Terrapin asking:

"How is your family to-day, Miss Crane?"

"Oh, very well.  Mamma, who is getting old, complains now and then,
that's all."

"But do you know that it strikes me that she is very fat?" said
Terrapin.  "Now a thought has just entered my head, which I beg to
propose to you.  My mother, too, is ailing, and I am rather tired of
hearing her complaints day after day; but she is exceedingly lean and
tough, though there is plenty of her.  I wonder what you will say to my
plan?  We are both hungry.  So let us go and kill your mother, and eat
her; and to-morrow, you will come to me, and we will kill my mother.  We
thus shall be supplied with meat for some days."

Replied the Crane, "I like the idea greatly, and agree to it.  Let us go
about it at once, for hunger is an exacting mistress, and the days of
fasting are more frequent than those of fulness."

The matricides turned upon their tracks, and, arriving at the house of
Mrs Crane, the two cruel creatures seized upon Mamma Crane, and put her
to death.  They then plucked her clean, and placed her body in the
stew-pot, and both Terrapin and Crane feasted.

Terrapin then crawled home, leaving Crane to sleep, and the process of
digestion.  But, alas!  Crane soon became very ill.  Whether some qualms
of conscience disturbed digestion or not, I cannot say, but she passed a
troublesome night, and for several days afterwards she did not stir from
her house.

Terrapin, on reaching the house of its mamma, which was in the hollow of
a tree, cried out:

"Tu-no-no-no!" upon which Mrs Terrapin said, "Oh, that is my child,"
and she let down a cord, to which young Terrapin made himself fast, and
was assisted to the nest where the parent had already prepared a nice
supper for him.

Several days later, Terrapin was proceeding through the woods to the
pool where he was accustomed to bathe, when at the water-side he met
Miss Crane apparently quite spruce and strong again.

She hailed Terrapin and said, "Oh, here you are, at last.  I have been
waiting to see you for some time."

"Yes," replied Terrapin, "here I am, and you--how do you feel now?  My
neighbours told me you were very ill."

"I am all right again," said Miss Crane, "but I think my old ma
disagreed with me, and I was quite poorly for some days; but I am now
anxious to know when you are going to keep your part of the bargain
which we made."

"What--you mean about the disposing of my old ma?"

"Yes, to be sure," answered Crane, "I feel quite hungry."

"Well, well.  Bargains should always be kept, for if the blood-oath be
broken misfortune follows.  Your mother's death rests on my head, and I
mean to return your hospitality with interest, otherwise, may my shell
be soon empty of its tenant.  Stay here awhile and I will bring her."

So saying, Terrapin departed, and crept to where he had secretly stowed
a quantity of india-rubber, in readiness for the occasion.  After taking
out quite a mass of it, he returned to the pond, where Miss Crane stood
on one leg, expectant and winking pleasantly.

"I fear, sister Crane," said Terrapin, as he laid his burden down, "that
you will find my old ma tough.  She turned out to be much leaner than I
anticipated.  There is no more fat on her bones, than there is on my
back.  But now, fall to, and welcome.  There is plenty there.  I am not
hungry myself, as I have just finished my dinner."

Miss Crane, with her empty stomach, was not fastidious, and stepped out
eagerly to the feast so faithfully provided, and began to tear away at
what Terrapin had brought.  The rubber, however, stretched by the greedy
Crane, suddenly flew from her foot, and rebounding, struck her in the
face a smart blow.

"Oh! oh!" cried Crane, confused with the blow.  "Your old ma is most
tough."

"Yes, she is.  I suspected she would prove a little tough," answered
Terrapin, with a chuckle.  "But don't be bashful.  Eat away, and
welcome."

Again Miss Crane tugged at the rubber to tear it, but the more it was
stretched, the more severe were the shocks she received, and her left
eye was almost blinded.

"Well, I never," exclaimed Miss Crane.  "She is too tough altogether."

"Try again," cried Terrapin.  "Try again; little by little, it is said,
a fly eats a cow's tail.  You will get a rare and tender bit in time."

Miss Crane thus pressed, did so, and seizing a piece lay back, and drew
on it so hard that when the rubber at last slipped, it bounded back with
such force, that she was sent sprawling to the ground.

"Why, what is the matter?" asked Terrapin, pretending to be astonished.
"She is tough, I admit; but loh! our family are famous for toughness.
However, the tougher it is, the longer it lasts on the stomach.  Try
again, sister Crane; I warrant you will manage it next time."

"Oh, bother your old ma.  Eat her yourself.  I have had enough of that
kind of meat."

"You give it up, do you?" cried Terrapin.  "Well, well, it is a pity to
throw good meat away.  Maybe, if I keep it longer it will get tenderer
by and by."

They thus parted, Terrapin bearing his share of rubber away in one
direction, and Miss Crane sadly disgusted, striding grandly off in
another, but looking keenly about for something to satisfy her hunger.

When she had gone a great distance a parrot flew across her path, and
perching on a branch near her, cried out, "Oh, royal bird, say since
when has rubber become the food of the bird-king's family?"

"What do you mean, Parrot?" she asked.

"Well, I saw you tearing at a piece of rubber just now, and when you
marched off Terrapin carried it away, and I heard him say--because he
has a habit of speaking his thoughts aloud--Oh, how stupid my sister
Crane is!  She thinks my ma is dead.  Ho, ho, ho! what a stupid!  And
all the way he chuckled and laughed as though he was filled with
plantain wine."

"Is his ma not dead then?" asked Miss Crane.

"Dead!  Not a bit of it," replied Parrot.  "I saw old Ma Terrapin but a
moment ago as I flew by her tree, waiting for her son, and the cord is
ready for his cry of `Tu-no-no-no.  Ano-no-no.  We-no-no-no!'"

"Ah, Parrot, your words are good.  When we know what another is saying
behind our backs, we discover the workings of his heart.  The words of
Terrapin are like the bush that covers the trap.  Good-by, Parrot.  When
we next meet, we shall have another story to tell."

On the next day, Terrapin observed Miss Crane approaching his house, and
he advanced a little way to meet her.

"Well, sister Crane, I hope you are all right this morning?" he asked.

"Oh yes, so so, brother Terrapin.  But you must excuse me just now; I've
heard bad news from my family.  A brother and sister of mine are
suddenly taken ill, and I am bound to go and visit them," answered
Crane.

"Ah, Miss Crane, that reminds me of my own brother and sister, who are
much younger than I am, but very soft and tender.  What do you say now
to making another bargain?" asked Terrapin with a wink.

"You are very good, Terrapin.  I will think of it as I go along.  I
shall be back before noon to-morrow, and we will talk of a trade then."
They were very civil to one another as they parted.  Terrapin went for
his usual walk to the pond, Miss Crane proceeded to visit her family,
but muttered:

"Ha, ha, Terrapin, you are great at a trade; but you will not make
another with me in a hurry till our first one is squared."

After she had gone a little way she turned suddenly round and came back
to the foot of Terrapin's tree, and cried,

"Tu-no-no-no.  Ano-no-no-no.  We-no-no-no!"

"Ah, that is my child's voice," said Ma Terrapin to herself, and let
down the cord.

Miss Crane caught hold and climbed up towards the nest.  Ma Terrapin
craned her neck out far to welcome her child, but before she could
discover by what means little Terrapin had changed its dress, Miss Crane
struck Ma Terrapin with her long sharp bill in the place where the neck
joins the shoulder, and in a short time Ma Terrapin was as dead as Miss
Crane's own mother.

The body was rolled from the nest, and it went falling down, and Miss
Crane slid quickly after it.

In a quiet place screened by thick bushes Miss Crane made a great fire,
with which Ma Terrapin's thick shell was cracked.  She then scooped out
the flesh, and carried it to her own home, and stowed it in a big black
pot.

On the next day as Miss Crane was standing on one leg by the pond, with
her head half buried in her feathers, who should come along but
Terrapin, crying bitterly, and saying, "Ah, my ma is dead.  My old ma
has been killed.  Who will assist me now?"

Miss Crane affected to be asleep, but heard every word.  When, however,
Terrapin was near, she woke up suddenly and said, cheerfully,

"Ah! it is Terrapin, my little brother Terrapin.  How do you do to-day?"

Now as Terrapin had already slain his mother, according to his own
confession, it struck him that it would not do to accuse Miss Crane of
the murder, because by doing so he would expose his breach of faith with
her, but the scent of the roasted flesh of Ma Terrapin came strong just
then, and he knew that it was Crane who, discovering his trick, had
killed her.

He managed, however, to reply briskly:

"Sissy, dear, I am but tolerable.  But how is your family to-day?"

"My brother and sister are much improved, Terrapin.  They are both as
fat as tallow.  By-the-bye, what about that trade you proposed to me?"

"I am ready, Miss Crane, for a trade any day.  When shall it be?"

"No time so good as the present, and if you jog along to the other end
of the pond, I will fix my house here, and soon catch up with you."

Terrapin professed great delight, and toddled along; but when he had
gone a little way his bad habit of thinking aloud came on him, and he
was heard to say:--

"My poor ma! my poor ma is dead!  O you wicked Crane!  I know by the
scent of the meat that you have killed my ma.  What can I do now?"

Miss Crane knew then that she had been discovered, and she began to
think that it was time to remove to another district, for Terrapin had
many friends in the woods, such as rabbits, jackals, lions, and
serpents, and if Terrapin moaned so loud, all the people of the woods
would know what she had done, and many would no doubt assist him to
punish her.  Casting about in her mind for the best place, she
remembered an extremely tall tree which was not far from Terrapin's
house, a very lofty clean-shafted tree, on the top of which she would be
safe from surprise.

Thither she hastily removed her belongings, and soon established herself
comfortably.  She had also provided herself with a store of strong
sticks to be used as weapons in case of necessity.

Terrapin meanwhile crawled along, moaning loudly his lamentations.
Suddenly Rabbit popped out of the woods, and stood in his path.  He soon
was made aware of Terrapin's bereavement, and strongly sympathised with
him.  Terrapin related the story in such a way that made Miss Crane
appear to be a murderess, against whom the people of the woods should
take vengeance.

"Then," said Rabbit, "that must be Miss Crane, who is building her house
on the very top of that tall tree near your place."

"Is she?" asked Terrapin.  "I did not know that.  She was to have met me
here; but I see she knows that she is detected, and is already taking
measures to protect herself.  But, Rabbit, you who are always wise, tell
me how I may avenge myself?"

"There is only one way that I know of," answered Rabbit, dubiously.  "Go
to the Soko (Gorilla?), but he is a hard dealer who will make you pay
handsomely for his help.  Soko is the king of the ape kind.  If you pay
him well, he will fasten a cord to Crane's nest, up which you can climb
when she is absent.  Once there, lie quietly, and when she alights seize
her."

The plan pleased Terrapin immensely, and possessing a comfortable
property upon the loss of his mother, he thought he had sufficient to
purchase Soko's assistance.

Through the good offices of Rabbit negotiations were entered into with
Soko, who agreed for a potful of good nuts, ten bunches of ripe bananas,
one hundred eggs, and sundry other trifles, to hang a stout rattan
climber to Crane's nest, long enough to reach the ground.

The royal bird was soon informed of the conspiracy against her by the
Parrot, who loves to carry tales, and Miss Crane resolved to be absent
from home while Soko was fastening the climber, but commissioned her
friend the Parrot to observe the proceedings, and to report to her when
Soko had completed his task.

Soko performed his part expeditiously.  Terrapin tested the strength of
the rattan, and had to confess that Soko had earned his pay, and Rabbit
accompanied Terrapin and Soko to Terrapin's house to see the Soko
receive his commission.

As they departed Parrot flew to inform Miss Crane, who immediately
returned to her house to await her enemy.

Not long after Terrapin came to the foot of Crane's tree and commenced
to climb up.  He had nearly reached the top when Miss Crane stood up and
delivered such a thwacking blow on Terrapin's back that it caused him to
loose his hold and fall to the ground.  When Terrapin recovered his
senses, he heard Miss Crane cry out--

"Ha! brother Terrapin, that was a nasty fall.  You remember the rubber,
don't you?  There is nothing like the advice you gave me.  Try again,
Terrapin, my brother.  Try again."

"You killed my ma, did you not?" asked Terrapin.

"I thought you told me that you had killed her according to agreement.
Then how can you say that I killed her?" asked Miss Crane.

"That was not my ma I gave you.  It was only a lump of rubber."

"Ho, ho!  You confess it then?  Well, we are now quits.  You induced me
to kill my ma, and as you could not keep your part of the bargain, I
saved you the trouble.  My ma was as much to me as your ma was to you.
We have both lost our ma's now.  So let us call it even, and be friends
again."

Terrapin hesitated, but the memory of his ma's loss soon produced the
old bitterness, and he became as unforgiving as ever.  Miss Crane must,
however, be persuaded that the matter was forgiven, otherwise he would
never have the opportunity to avenge his ma's death.

"All right, Crane," he answered; "but let me come up, and embrace you
over it, or do you descend and let us shake hands."

"Come up, by all means, Terrapin.  I am always at home to friends," said
Miss Crane.

Terrapin upon this began to climb, but as he was ascending he foolishly
began to think aloud again, and he was heard saying--

"Oh, yes, sister Crane.  Just wait a little, and you will see.  He, he,
he!"

Miss Crane, who was quietly listening, heard Terrapin's chuckle and
muttering, and prepared to receive him properly.  When he was within
reach, she cried, "Hold hard, Terrapin," and at once proceeded to shower
mighty blows on his back, then laid the stick on his feet so sharply
that, to protect them, he had to withdraw them into his shell, in doing
which he lost his hold and fell to the ground with such force that to
anything but a terrapin the great fall would have been instantly fatal.

"Try again, Terrapin; try again, my brother.  Another time and you will
succeed," cried Miss Crane, mockingly.

Terrapin slowly recovered his faculties from the second fall, and
exclaimed, "Ah, Crane, Crane.  If I heed you a second time, call me
fool.  Yesterday and to-day you triumphed, to-morrow will be my turn."

"_Kwa-le, kwa-le_," Miss Crane shrilly cried.  "My tree will stand
to-morrow where it stood to-day.  You know the way to it; if not, your
hate will find it."

Terrapin toddled away upon this to seek the Lion, to whom, when he had
found him, he pleaded so powerfully that the Lion pitied him greatly,
and answered, "I may not help you in this matter, for I was not made to
climb trees.  Go you, and tell Jackal your story, and he will be able to
advise you."

Acting on the friendly advice, Terrapin sought out the Jackal, to whom
he repeated his lamentable tale.  The Jackal rewarded him with a
sympathetic sigh, and said, "Friend Terrapin, my teeth are sharp and my
feet are swift, but, though I am so happily endowed, I have no wings to
fly.  Go and seek Elephant.  His strength is so great that perhaps he
will be able to pull the tree down for you."

Terrapin proceeded on his way to search out the Elephant, and, after
much patient travel, discovered him brooding under a thick shade.  To
him at once Terrapin unburdened his breast of its load of grief, and
appealed piteously for his assistance.

"Little Terrapin," replied the kindly Elephant, "your tale is dour.  But
though I am strong, there are some things that I cannot do.  Miss
Crane's house is built on one of the biggest trees of the forest, and it
would require two score of elephants to drag it down.  It is wisdom, and
not strength, that you need.  Go you and seek Serpent, and he will
assist you."

Thence Terrapin went to seek Serpent, and, after long seeking, found him
coiled, in many shining folds, in the fork of a sturdy tree.

"Ah, Serpent," he cried, "you are a kinsman of mine, and I have long
sought you.  I am in dire distress, my friend," and he proceeded to
inveigh against Miss Crane passionately, and concluded by invoking his
assistance.

"Help me this day," cried Terrapin, "and you shall be my father and my
mother, and all my nearest relations in one."

"It is well," replied the Serpent, in his slow, deliberate manner.
"Miss Crane shall die, and here I make a pact with you.  There shall be
no enmity for all future time between your family and mine.  Go now, and
rest in peace, for the fate of Crane is fixed."

In the darkness of the night Serpent roused himself from his sleep and,
uncoiling himself, descended the tree and glided noiselessly along the
ground towards Miss Crane's tree.  The tall clean shaft could not arrest
those spiring movements, and the Serpent steadily ascended until he
gained the fork.  Thence, by an almost imperceptible motion, he advanced
towards the nest.  Poor Miss Crane was fast asleep, dreaming of the fall
of Terrapin, while the Serpent folded his extremity around a stout
branch and stood up prepared to strike.  Quick as one could wink the
Serpent flung himself upon the bird-queen, and in a moment she lay
crushed and mangled.  Then, seizing her body with his jaws, the Serpent
slid down the shaft of the tree and sought Terrapin's house, and laid
her remains before him.  Terrapin was overjoyed, and invited Serpent to
share with him the dainty feast which the body of Miss Crane supplied.

From that day to this Serpent and Terrapin have remained close friends,
and neither has ever been known to break the solemn agreement that was
made between them on that day that Terrapin solicited the help of
Serpent against the bird-queen.



CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE LEGEND OF KIBATTI THE LITTLE WHO CONQUERED ALL THE GREAT ANIMALS.

I have done my very best to translate this story as closely as possible
in order to give the faithful sense of what was said, yet I despair of
rendering the little touches and flourishes which Kadu knew so well how
to give with voice, gesture, and mobile face.

"Friends and freemen," he said, when we were all in listening attitude,
"if a son of man knows how to show anger, I need not tell you who are
experienced in travel and in the nature of beasts, that the animals of
the wilds also know how to show their spite and their passions."  The
legend of Kibatti runs upon this.

On a day ages ago the great animals of the world, consisting of the
elephant, the rhinoceros, the buffalo, the lion, the leopard, and hyena,
assembled in council in the midst of a forest not far from a village on
the frontier of Uganda.  The elephant being acknowledged by general
consent as the strongest, presided on the occasion.

Waving his trunk, and trumpeting to enjoin silence, he said: "Friends,
we are gathered together to-day to consider how we may repay in some
measure the injuries daily done to us and our kin by the sons of men.
Not far from here is situated a village, whence the vicious two-footed
animals issue out to make war upon all of us, who possess double the
number of feet they have.  Without warning of hostility or publishing of
cause, they deliberately leave their conical nests, day by day, with
fellest intent against any of us whom they may happen to meet during the
shining of the sun.  Wherefore we are met upon common grounds to devise
how we may retaliate upon them the wanton outrages they daily perpetrate
upon our unfortunate kind.  Personally, I have many injuries to the
elephants of my tribe to remember, and which I am not likely to forget.
It was only a week ago that a promising child of my sister fell into a
deep pit, and was impaled on a short stake set in the bottom of it; and
but a few days before my youngest brother fell head-foremost into a
horribly deep excavation that was dug, and which was artfully concealed
by leaves and grass, whereby none but those, like myself, experienced in
their guileful arts, could have escaped.  Ye have all, I daresay, been
similarly persecuted, and have deep injuries to revenge.  I wait to hear
what ye propose.  Brother Rhinoceros, thou art the next to me in bigness
and strength, speak."

"Well, brother Elephant and friends, the words we have heard are true.
The son of man is, of all creatures that I know, the most wanton in
offence against us of the four-footed tribes.  Not a day passes but I
hear moan and plaint from some sufferer.  Not long ago, a cousin,
walking quietly through a wood not far from here, caught his foot in a
vine that lay across the path, and almost immediately after a hardened
and pointed stake was precipitated from above deep into the jointure of
the neck with the spine, which killed him instantly, of course.  I have,
by wonderful good luck, escaped thus far, but it may be my fate to fall
to-morrow through some foul practice.  Wherefore, I think it were well
that we set about doing what we decide to do instanter.  I propose that
early in the morning, before a glint of sunshine be seen, we set upon
the piratical nest and utterly destroy it.  I am so loaded with hate of
them, that I could dispose of the half of the rascals myself, before
they could recover their wits.  But if any of ye here has a better plan,
I lend my ears to the hearing of it, my heart to the approval of it, and
my strength and fury to the doing of it, without further speech.  I have
spoken."

"Now, friend Lion," said the Elephant, turning solemnly to him, "it is
thy turn, and say freely what thy wit conceives in this matter.  Thy
courage we all know, and none of us doubt that thy mind is equal to it."

"Truly, friend Elephant, and ye others, the business we are met to
consider is pressing.  The sons of men are crafty, and their guile is
beyond measure.  The four-footed tribes have much cause of grievance
against me and mine.  However, none can accuse me or my family of having
taken undue advantage of those whom we meditate striking.  We always
give loud warning, as you all know, and afterwards strike; for if we did
not do this, few of even the strongest would escape our vengeance.  But
these pestilent, two-footed beasts--by net, trap, falling stake, pit, or
noose--are unceasing in their secret malice, and there is no safety in
the plain, bush, or rock-fastness against their wiles.  For what I and
my kin do there is good motive--that of providing meat for ourselves and
young; but it passes my wit to discover what the son of man can want
with all he destroys.  Even our bones--as, for instance, thy long teeth,
O Elephant--they carry away with them, and even mine.  I have seen the
younglings of mankind dangle the teeth of my sister round their necks,
and my hide appears to be so precious that the king of the village wears
it over his dirty black loins.  Thy tribe, O Elephant, have not much
cause of complaint against me, and thou, Rhinoceros, it would tax thy
memory to accuse me of aught against thy family.  Brother Leopard will
hold me and mine guiltless of harm to him; so also must my cousin Hyena.
Friend Buffalo and our family have sometimes a sharp quarrel, but there
is no malice in it, I swear.  Whereas the son of man, friends, is the
common enemy of us all--it is either our flesh, or our fur, or our hide,
or our teeth that he is wanting, and his whole thought is bent upon
destruction pure and simple.  If ye would follow me, I would glory in
leading ye even now against the community, and I give ye my word that
few would escape my paw and claw.  However, as our object is to destroy
all, that none may escape, I agree with my friend Rhinoceros that
night-time at its blackest is safest.  Wherefore believe me that I am so
sharp set for revenge, and I feel so hollow, that nothing but the half
of all of them will satisfy my thirst for their blood.  I have ended my
say."

"Now, friend Leopard, thou hadst better follow thy cousin, and we will
feel obliged to thee for the benefit of thy advice," said the Elephant.

Leopard gave his tail a quick twirl, and licked his chops and spoke:

"All that ye, my friends and cousin, have said, I heartily agree and
bear witness to.  The spite of the son of man towards us is limitless.
It is remarkable, too, for its cold-bloodedness and lack of passion.  We
have our own quarrels in the woods--as ye all know--and they are sharp
and quick while they last, but there is no premeditation or malignity in
what we do to one another; but Man, to whom we would rather give a wide
berth, if possible, pursues each of us as if his existence depended upon
the mere slaying, though I observe that he has abundance of fruit, which
ought to satisfy any reasonable being of the ape tribe.  Wherefore, as I
have many sharp reasons for retaliation on him for his countless
offences against me and my kin, I gladly attended this council, and I
will go as far as any of ye, and further if I can, to return some of
this spite on him and his tribe.  I propose that night at its darkest is
best for our plan.  While the human folk are indulging in dreams of
slaughter of us, I vote that we turn their dreams into action against
themselves.  The elephant, and rhinoceros, and buffalo are strong; let
each lead his tribe to attack, overturn, and trample down their nests.
We, with our families, will range round and slaughter every one that
escapes them.  Those are my words."

"Now, friend Buffalo, what sayest thou?" demanded the Elephant.  "Thou
art a staunch friend and stout foe.  We cannot but listen with respect
to such an one as thyself."

"Ah, friend Elephant, and ye chiefs of tribes, every sentiment of
hostility against the vile and spiteful sons of man that ye have
expressed finds an echo in my inwards.  If wrong has been done to any
here, magnify that wrong tenfold in order that ye may understand the
intensity of the hate I bear the remorseless destroyers of my kith and
kin.  Ask me not how I would slay them, my fury is so great that I am
unfit to devise.  Do ye the devising, and give the method to me.  All I
can think of now is the pleasure I shall feel when my horns are warmed
in the bodies of the base and treacherous creatures who have murdered
wife, brother, sister, and child of mine, besides a countless number of
my kindred by lance and line, spear and snare, sword and stake, trick
and trap.  I will lead my herd into the midst of the vicious community
with a joy that only my hate can match.  That is all I have to say."

"Now, my good friend Hyena.  Thou art the only one left whose sentiments
are as yet unknown.  Speak, and let us hear wisdom from thee in this
matter."

The Hyena uttered a mocking laugh, and said: "My kind friends and
cousins: The night suits me well, for I am in my element then.  I may
say that I have a large family which is always hungry.  It will be a
laughing matter to them indeed to hear of your good purpose.  It has
been long delayed, this signal measure of just vengeance upon those who
have outdone in cold cruelty all that generations of the four-footed
tribe of the fiercest kind have done.  Bird and beast, from the smallest
to the greatest, have fallen victims to man's lust for destruction.
True, my kind are often indebted to man for bones and refuse, but what
we have eaten has been sorely against his good will; and we therefore
owe him no gratitude.  The young of the human community will be juicy
morsels for my tribe, when the signal is given for the attack.  With all
my heart I say let it be to-night.  I have said my say."

The Elephant then said: "Friends, chiefs of the most powerful tribes of
the forest, let it be to-night, as ye say.  Let each go and muster his
forces, and let the attack be in the following manner.  Half-way betwixt
dawn and midnight I will lead my troop from the Uganda side.  The
Rhinoceros will lead his from the Katonga side.  The Buffalo will range
his tribe along that side facing Unyoro.  Behind my troop the Hyena and
his families shall follow to finish those who may be but bruised by our
heavy hoofs.  Let Leopard place his fellows and kin in rear of the
Rhinoceros troop.  Lion and his great tribe are needed in rear of
Buffalo's forces, for they are apt in their fury to overlook the crafty
bipeds.  Our object is to make a complete job of it.  The sooner we part
now, the fitter each will be for the perfect consummation of his
long-deferred revenge."

It was well past midnight when the four-footed forces were gathered
around the doomed village, and, at the shrill trumpet-note of the King
Elephant, the several chiefs led their respective troops at the charge.
The elephants tore on resistlessly, trampling down the doomed cages of
the human folk flat and level with the ground.  The rhinoceros and his
host pushed on with noses low down, and tossed the human nests as we
would kick an empty egg-basket; the buffaloes bellowed in unison, and,
closing their eyes, threw themselves upon the huts, and gored everything
within reach of their horns.  Then the fierce carnivora, all excitement
at the prospect of the bloody feast, roared, snarled, and laughed as
they tore the mangled victims piecemeal.  Ah, poor village, and poor
people!  In a short time the dreaming souls dreamed no more, but were
gone past recall into the regions where dreams are unknown--all
excepting one clever boy named Kibatti, and his parents, who survived
the calamity.  These happened to live in a tiny hut close hidden by a
grove of bananas on the edge of the forest, and Kibatti about midnight
had been disturbed in his sleep by a pressure on his stomach which woke
him, and denied him further sleep.  He therefore sat sorrowing over the
red embers of his fire, when he heard the hollow tramp of large animals,
and pricking his ears, he heard trampling in another direction;
whereupon his suspicions that something unusual was about to happen grew
on him, so that he woke his parents, and bade them listen to the
rumbling sounds that could be heard by such experienced hunters all
around them.

"Father, come, delay not! make mother rise at once.  This night my sleep
has been broken as a warning to me that mischief is brewing.  Let us
ascend the big tree near by and observe."

"Child, you are right," said his father, after listening a moment; "the
demons of the wilderness are gathered against the village, for human
enemies make no such stir as this.  We will ascend the great tree at
once."

Thereupon he drew his wife out.

Kibatti wriggled himself through the burrow under the milkweed hedge
into the banana-grove, and having gained its deep shadows, raced for the
great tree, closely followed by his parents.  A large vine hung pendant,
and up this vine Kibatti climbed, his mother after him, the old man
last.  Not a moment too soon, for just then the trumpet-note of the King
Elephant was heard, and afterwards such a concert of noises that neither
Kibatti nor his aged father had ever heard the like before.  In the
starlight they saw the huge forms of all kinds of furious animals pass
and repass below them; but clinging closely to the shelter of the giant
limbs of the tree, they, from their safe perch, witnessed the dreadful
ending of their friends and relatives.

When he fully realised the catastrophe and its completeness, Kibatti
suggested to his parents that they should ascend to the very highest
fork, lest they should be observed in the morning, and on climbing up
they found a snug hiding-place far above, hidden all round by the thick,
fleshy leaves of the tree.  There they remained quiet until morning,
when the boy's restless curiosity became so strong that he resolved to
gratify it.  Grasping close a great limb of the tree, he descended as
far as the lower fork and looked down.  He saw all the huts smashed, and
the bones of his tribe white and gleaming, scattered about.  The fences
were all levelled, but the elephants, under their leader, were
re-setting the poles round about.  The lions were pacing watchfully
around, the rhinoceroses and buffaloes were herded separately, gazing
upon the elephants, the leopards were lying down under the trees in
scattered groups, the hyenas were crunching bones, for these last never
know when they have eaten enough.

Kibatti kept his post all day.  By night the poles fenced the village
round about as before, and in the dusk he saw the gathering together of
all the creatures in a circle round the King Elephant, to hear his
rumbling voice delivering an harangue to the motley allies.  When it was
ended the lions roared, the rhinoceroses snorted, the buffaloes
bellowed, the hyenas laughed, and the shrill trumpetings of the
elephants announced that the meeting was over.  What occurred after,
Kibatti did not stay to learn, but climbed aloft to give the news to his
anxious parents.

Said he, "It appears to me, father, that they are going to build the
village up again, for they have already fenced it around even better, as
I think, than it was before.  Those animals have clever leaders, that is
certain, but I am not a man-son if Kibatti does not get the better of
some of them."

"Oh, you are clever, my child, that is true," said the old man.
"Whatever you undertake to do, done it is.  I have found out that long
ago.  If wit will get us out of this place of danger, I have a
conviction it will be by yours, and not by mine, or by my old woman's."

"I do not purpose to leave the tree just yet, father," replied Kibatti.
"If we keep quiet, we could not find a safer place than here.  The tree
is so tall that they cannot hear us talk unless they set their ears to
listen at the foot of it, and against all that may happen we must
provide ourselves."

"Give your confidence to me, boy, and let me judge of your plan," said
the father.

"Well, my idea is this.  To-night they will all start off, some to catch
the lesser prey, others to graze and feed.  The leaders, of course, will
remain behind.  I propose, after getting three or four winks of sleep,
to go down to the gate and discover how things are.  If possible, I will
try and get my net-ropes.  They will be useful for my purpose.  We may
trap some game, you know."

"I see, I see, my boy.  That is a good idea.  Shall I help you?"

"Not to-night, father, except you keep watch until yonder bright star
stands overhead."

The old man agreed to keep watch until the star approached the zenith.
A little after midnight Kibatti was waked, and having given his father
injunctions to go to sleep, he descended.  He proceeded straight to his
house, and among the wreckage he found his strong nets and their ropes,
and his sharp hunting-knife, besides his father's five spears and his
own quiver.  These weapons he conveyed directly to the tree, and bore
them up to the lower fork.  This done, he re-descended the tree and
crawled away to a bit of marsh-land not far off, where there was a
crane's nest which contained some eggs.  He took these in his hand, and
went around through the bushes to the Unyoro Road.  All this had been
done very quickly, because, being a hunter, he knew the neighbourhood
well, and while watching the animals in the village, his mind had been
busy forming his plans.  Now when he came to the Unyoro Road, he stood
straight up and strode rapidly in the direction of the village which had
been that of his tribe.  Arriving near it he crawled up to the gate and
looked in, then traced the fence all around until he came back to the
same gate.

Kibatti now stood up and hailed the animals, crying loud,

"Hullo, hullo there!  Are ye all asleep?  Will ye not let a poor
benighted stranger in?  The night is cold, and I am hungry."

King Buffalo, who was on guard, trotted up to the gate, and looking out
saw a small boy who was naked, except for a scant robe which depended
from his shoulders.

"Who art thou?" demanded the buffalo in his gruffest voice.

Kibatti answered in the thin voice of a fatherless and starving orphan.

"It is I, Kibatti the Little, from Unyoro."

"What dost thou want?"

"Only a little fire to roast my eggs, and a place to sleep.  I am a
forest-boy, and live alone in Unyoro.  My parents are both dead, and I
have no home.  If you will give me work I will stay with you; for then I
shall have plenty to eat.  If not, let me sleep here to-night, and in
the morning I will go."

"What work canst thou do?"

"Not much, but I can fetch water and fuel."

"Wait a minute, I will see if our people will let thee in."

The buffalo moved away and woke up the rhinoceros, the elephant, the
lion, the leopard, and hyena, and told them that there was a little
forest-boy seeking a night's lodging.  At first the general belief was,
that he belonged to the tribe which had owned the village, but the
buffalo denied that this boy could have known of the country, as he had
come boldly up to the gate from the Unyoro road; besides, was it likely
that a small boy, knowing what had happened, would ever have come back
when those who had destroyed the village were in possession of it?  This
last remark settled the matter.  King Elephant said,

"As thou wilt, Buffalo.  Even if the matter were otherwise, a small boy
can do no harm.  Let him in.  We will give him plenty of work."

King Buffalo opened the gate and allowed Kibatti to enter, and
introduced him to his friends, King Elephant and the rest, all of whom
smiled as they saw his slender and small form, the only human amongst
them.  Buffalo took very kindly to his protege and showed him around,
while Kibatti amused him with his innocent unsophisticated prattle,
which convinced the kingly bovine that little Kibatti was indeed a
wild-wood waif.

"And where do you all sleep?" asked Kibatti of Buffalo.

"I sleep here, near the gate, King Elephant rests near that big tree.
King Lion prefers lying near that great log there, Brother Rhinoceros
throws himself down on the edge of the banana-grove, Leopard curls
himself near the fence, and Hyena snores stupidly near his pile of
bones."

After a little while Buffalo lay down near the gate for a little rest.
Kibatti stretched himself near him, but not to sleep.  His eyes were
quite open, and he soon saw Buffalo's nose rest upon the ground and his
head sway from side to side.  Kibatti then untied a cord, and stealthily
passing it round the four legs of the buffalo, drew the other end round
the neck in a slip noose without waking him.  He then crawled off
towards the elephant, and tied his four legs together, gently tightening
the slip noose, and fastening the rope three or four times running
round, and brought them all together.  To the rhinoceros he did the
same.  He then went out of the gate and brought his bundle of nets.  He
took one up, fastened one end to the fence, and drawing it lightly like
a curtain over the form of the sleeping lion, just hung it on splinters
and projections of the fence.  In like manner he secured a net over the
leopard, and another over the hyena.  All this did clever little Kibatti
without waking any of them.  He then stole out of the gate a second
time, and made his way to the tree where his parents were sleeping.

"Come, father," he said, "the kings of the herds are trapped and netted.
Bring down mother to the lower fork, and come, do you hasten with me
with a bundle of spears, two bows, and quivers full of arrows, for we
must finish the game before morning."

Completely armed with spears and arrows, Kibatti led his father to the
gate, and stealthily entered the fenced enclosure, and they stood over
the still-sleeping buffalo.  Kibatti gave his father a sharp-pointed
spear, and gently laying his finger on the vital spot, between neck and
head, showed him where to strike.  The father lifted his right arm high
up, and with one stroke severed the spinal cord.  A shiver passed
through King Buffalo's body, and he rolled over stone dead.

Then Kibatti and his father approached King Lion, who lay lengthways
near the log by the fence, with his side exposed.  Kibatti pointed to
his own left side behind the shoulder-blade, and father and son drew
their bows and drove two arrows into Lion's heart, who sprang up and
threw himself like a ball into the net, which closed round him taut, and
he presently lay still and lifeless.  In the same manner father and son
despatched Leopard and Hyena.  There then only remained Rhinoceros and
Elephant.

They chose to attack the first-named beast, who was still lying down on
his side, unconscious of the tragic fate of his confederates.

Kibatti pointed to the enemy's fore-shoulder and touched his father with
his finger two inches below the shoulder-blade.  His father understood,
and launched his spear straight into the body with such force that the
blade was buried.  King Rhinoceros, feeling the iron in his vitals,
snorted and struggled to stand, but in doing so tightened the cords, and
fell back rolling half over.  Kibatti drew his bow and buried an arrow
close to his father's buried spear.  Meantime, King Elephant had taken
the alarm, and, struggling with his bonds, had capsized himself on the
ground.

Kibatti gave vent to a war whoop and cried:

"Never mind, father, let the rhinoceros die.  Let us away to the
elephant while he is helpless."

They sprang to the prostrate beast, and they shot their arrows first to
every vital point exposed, and then launched their spears with such good
effect that before long the last of the kings of the beasts had ended
his life.

Kibatti and his father then flew to where the old woman crouched in the
fork of the tree, and taking her with them, they left the ruined
village, and sought a home in another district, where, because of the
terrible revenge they had taken on the forest lords, they were held by
their fellow-creatures all their lives in great esteem.



CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

THE PARTNERSHIP OF RABBIT AND ELEPHANT, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.

In 1876, while we were travelling towards the Albert Edward Nyanza,
Sabadu and Bujomba and others of our Waganda escort would join us at our
evening fire, and when they found what entertainment was to be had, they
readily yielded to the invitation to contribute their share to it.
Besides, Sabadu was unequalled in the art of story-telling: he was
fluent and humorous, while his mimicry of the characters he described
kept everybody's interest on the alert.  To the Rabbit of course he gave
a wee thin voice, to the Elephant he gave a deep bass, to the Buffalo a
hollow mooing.  When he attempted the Lion, the veins of his temple and
neck were dreadfully distended as he made the effort; but when he
mimicked the Dog, one almost expected a little terrier-like dog to trot
up to the fire, so perfect was his yaup-yaup.

Every one agreed as Sabadu began his story that his manner, even his
style of sitting and smoothing his face, the pose of his head, betrayed
the man of practice.  The following is his story:--

In Willimesi, Uganda, a Rabbit and an Elephant, coming from different
directions, met on a road one day, and being old friends, stopped to
greet one another, and chat about the weather and the crops, and to
exchange opinions on the state of trade.  Finally the Rabbit proposed
that the Elephant should join him in a partnership to make a little
trading expedition to the Watusi shepherds, "because," said he, "I hear
there are some good chances to make profit among them.  Cloth, I am
told, is very scarce there, and I think we might find a good bargain
awaiting us."  The Elephant was nothing loth, and closed with the offer
of his little friend, and a couple of bales of assorted goods were
prepared for the journey.

They set out on particularly good terms with each other, and Rabbit, who
had a good store of experiences, amused the Elephant greatly.  By-and-by
the pair of friends arrived at a river, and the Elephant, to whom the
water was agreeable, stepped in to cross it, but halted on hearing
Rabbit exclaim:

"Why, Elephant, you surely are not going to cross without me?  Are we
not partners?"

"Of course we are partners, but I did not agree to carry you or your
pack.  Why don't you step right in?  The water is not deep, it scarcely
covers my feet."

"But, you stupid fellow, can you not see that what will scarcely cover
your feet is more than enough to drown me, and I can't swim a bit; and,
besides, if I get my fur wet I shall catch the ague, and how ever am I
to carry my pack across?"

"Well, I cannot help that.  It was you who proposed to take the journey,
and I thought a wise fellow like you would have known that there were
rivers running across the road, and that you knew what to do.  If you
cannot travel, then good-bye.  I cannot stop here all day," and the
Elephant walked on across to the other side.

"Surly rascal," muttered Rabbit.  "All right, my big friend, I will pay
you for it some time."

Not far off, however, Rabbit found a log, and after placing his pack on
it, he paddled himself over, and reached the other bank safely; but to
his grief he discovered that his bale had been wetted and damaged.

Rabbit wiped the water up as much as possible, and resumed the journey
with the Elephant, who had looked carelessly on the efforts of his
friend to cross the river.

Fortunately for Rabbit, the latter part of the journey did not present
such difficulties, and they arrived in due time among the Watusi
shepherds.

Now at a trade Elephant was not to be compared with Rabbit, for he could
not talk so pleasantly as Rabbit, and he was not at all sociable.
Rabbit went among the women, and laughed and joked with them, and said
so many funny things, that they were delighted with him, and when at
last the trade question was cautiously touched upon, a chief's wife was
so kind to him, that she gave a mighty fine cow in exchange for his
little bale of cloth.  Elephant, on the other hand, went among the men,
and simply told them that he had come to buy cattle with cloth.  The
Watusi shepherds, not liking his appearance or his manner, said they had
no cattle to sell, but if he cared to have it, they would give a
year-old heifer for his bale.  Though Elephant's bale was a most weighty
one, and many times more valuable than Rabbit's, yet as he was so gruff
and ugly, he was at last obliged to be satisfied with the little heifer.

Just as they had left the Watusi to begin their return journey, Elephant
said to Rabbit, "Now mind, should we meet anyone on the road, and we are
asked whose cattle these are, I wish you to oblige me by saying that
they are mine, because I should not like people to believe that I am not
as good a trader us yourself.  They will also be afraid to touch them if
they know they belong to me; whereas, if they hear that they belong to
you, every fellow will think he has as good a right to them as yourself,
and you dare not defend your property."

"Very well," replied Rabbit, "I quite understand."

In a little while, as Rabbit and Elephant drove their cattle along, they
met many people coming from market who stopped and admired them, and
said, "Ah, what a fine cow is that! to whom does it belong?"

"It belongs to me," answered the thin voice of Rabbit.  "The little one
belongs to Elephant."

"Very fine indeed.  A good cow that," replied the people, and passed on.

Vexed and annoyed, Elephant cried angrily to Rabbit, "Why did you not
answer as I told you?  Now mind, do as I tell you at the next meeting
with strangers."

"Very well," answered Rabbit, "I will try and remember."

By-and-by they met another party going home with fowls and palm wine,
who, when they came up, said, "Ah that is a fine beast, and in prime
order.  Whose is it?"

"It is mine," quickly replied Rabbit, "and the little scabby heifer
belongs to Elephant."

This answer enraged Elephant, who said, "What an obstinate little fool
you are.  Did you not hear me ask you to say it was mine?  Now,
remember, you are to say so next time, or I leave you to find your own
way home, because I know you are a horrible little coward."

"Very well, I'll do it next time," replied Rabbit in a meek voice.

In a short time they met another crowd, which stopped when opposite to
them, and the people said, "Really, that is an exceedingly fine cow.  To
which of you does it belong?"

"It is mine.  I bought it from the Watusi," replied Rabbit.

The Elephant was so angry this time, that he broke away from Rabbit, and
drove his little heifer by another road, and to Lion, and Hyena, and
Buffalo, and Leopard, whom he met, he said what a fine fat cow was being
driven by cowardly little Rabbit along the other road.  He did this out
of mere spite, hoping that some one of them would be tempted to take it
by force from Rabbit.

But Rabbit was wise, and had seen the spite in Elephant's face as he
went off, and was sure that he would play him some unkind trick; and, as
night was falling and his home was far, and he knew that there were many
vagabonds lying in wait to rob poor travellers, he reflected that if his
wit failed to save him he would be in great danger.

True enough, it was not long before a big blustering lion rose from the
side of the road, and cried out, "Hello, you there.  Where are you going
with that cow?  Come, speak out."

"Ah, is that you, Lion?  I am taking it to Mugassa (the deity), who is
about to give a feast to all his friends, and he told me particularly to
invite you to share it, if I should meet you."

"Eh?  What?  To Mugassa?  Oh, well, I am proud to have met you, Rabbit.
As I am not otherwise engaged I will accompany you, because everyone
considers it an honour to wait upon Mugassa."

They proceeded a little further, and a bouncing buffalo came up and
bellowed fiercely.  "You, Rabbit, stop," said he.  "Where are you taking
that cow to?"

"I am taking it to Mugassa, don't you know.  How would a little fellow
like me have the courage to go so far from home if it were not that I am
on service for Mugassa?  I am charged also to tell you, Buffalo, that if
you like to join in the feast Mugassa is about to give, he will be glad
to have you as a guest."

"Oh, well, that is good news indeed.  I will come along now, Rabbit, and
am very glad to have met you.  How do you do, Lion?"

A short distance off the party met a huge rogue elephant, who stood in
the middle of the road, and demanded to know where the cow was being
taken, in a tone which required a quick answer.

"Now, Elephant, get out of the way.  This cow is being taken to Mugassa,
who will be angry with you if I am delayed.  Have you not heard of the
feast he is about to give?  By the bye, as you are one of the guests,
you might as well help me to drive this cow, and let me get on your
back, for I am dreadfully tired."

"Why, that's grand," said the Elephant, "I shall be delighted to feast
with Mugassa, and--come get on my back.  I will carry you with pleasure.
And, Rabbit," whispered Elephant, as he lifted him by his trunk, "don't
forget to speak a good word for me to Mugassa."

Soon a leopard and then a hyena were met, but seeing such a powerful
crowd behind the cow, they affected great civility, and were invited to
accompany Rabbit's party to Mugassa's feast.

It was quite dark by the time they arrived at Rabbit's village.  At the
gate stood two dogs, who were Rabbit's chums, and they barked furiously;
but hearing their friend's voice, they came up and welcomed Rabbit.

The party halted, and Rabbit, after reaching the ground, whispered to
Dogs how affairs stood, and Dogs wagged their tails approvingly, and
yauped with fun as they heard of Rabbit's wit.  It did not take long for
Dogs to understand what was required of them, and one of them bounded
off to the village, and after a short time returned with a pretended
message from the great Mugassa.

"Well, my friends, do you hear what Mugassa says?" cried Rabbit, with a
voice of importance.

"Dogs are to lay mats inside the village by the gate, and the cow is to
be killed, and the meat prepared nicely and laid on the mats.  And when
that is done, Mugassa himself will come and give each his portion.  He
says that you are all very welcome.

"Now listen to me before I go in to Mugassa, and I will show you how you
can all help to hurry the feast, for I am sure you are all anxious to
begin.

"You, Hyena, you must kill the cow, and dress the meat, and Dogs will
carry it in and lay it on the mats; but remember, if a bit is touched
before Mugassa commands, we are all ruined.

"You, Elephant, you take this brass hatchet of Mugassa's, and split wood
nicely for the hearth.

"Buffalo, you go and find a wood with a smooth bark and which burns
well, and bring it to Elephant.

"Leopard, you go to the banana plantation, and watch for the falling
leaf and catch it with your eyelids, in order that we may have proper
plates.

"Lion, my friend, do you go and fill this pot from the spring, and bring
water that Mugassa may wash his hands."

Having issued his instructions, Rabbit went strutting into the village;
but after he had gone a little way he darted aside, and passing through
a side door, went out and came creeping up towards an ant-hill.  On the
top was a tuft of grass, and from his hiding-place he commanded a view
of the gate, and of all who might come near it.

Now Buffalo could only find one log with smooth bark, and Dogs shouted
out to Buffalo that one log was not enough to roast or to boil the meat,
and he returned to hunt up some more.

Elephant struck the log with his brass hatchet, which was broken at the
first blow, and there was nothing else with which to cut the wood.

Leopard watched and watched for falling leaves, but failed to see any.

Lion's pot had a hole in the bottom, and he could never keep it full,
though he tried ever so many times.

Meanwhile Hyena having killed the cow and dressed the meat beautifully,
said to Dogs, "Now, my friends, the meat is ready.  What shall I do?"

"You can help us carry the meat in, and lay it on the mats, if you like,
for Mugassa must see it before anybody can touch it."

"Ah, but I feel extremely hungry, and my mouth waters so that I am sick
with longing.  May we not go shares and eat a little bit?  It looks very
nice and fat," whined the Hyena.

"Ah, no, we should not dare do such a thing.  We have long ago left the
woods, and its habits, and are unfit for anything but human society; but
if you were allowed to eat any, you could fly into the woods, and we
should have all the blame.  No, no, come, help us carry it inside.  You
will not have to wait long."

The Hyena was obliged to obey, but contrived to hide in the grass some
of the tripe.  Rabbit, from behind his tuft of grass, saw it all, and
winked in the dark.

When the meat was in, Dogs said, "It is all right now.  Just stay
outside until the other fellows arrive."

Hyena retired, and when he was outside of the gate searched for his
tripe, and lay down quietly to enjoy it, but as he was about to bite it,
Rabbit screamed, "Ah, you thief, Hyena.  You thief, I see you.  Stop
thief, Mugassa is coming."

These cries so alarmed Hyena that he dropped his tripe, and fled away as
fast as his legs could carry him, and the others, Buffalo, Elephant,
Lion, and Leopard, tired out with waiting, and hearing these alarming
cries, also ran away, leaving Rabbit and his dog friends in quiet
possession.  They carried the tripe into the village, and closed the
gate and barred it, after which they laughed loud and long, Rabbit
rolling on the ground over and over with the fun of it all.

My friends, Rabbit was the smallest of all, but by his wisdom he was
more than a match for two Elephants, Buffalo, Leopard, Lion, Hyena, and
all.  And even his friends, the Dogs, had to confess that Rabbit's wit
could not be matched.  That is my tale.



CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

THE ADVENTURES OF SARUTI.

"I have a poor memory for legends," said Bujomba, one night, while we
were in camp at Benga: "but I remember what a young Mtongole (colonel)
named Saruti related to Mtesa after his return from an expedition to the
frontier of Unyoro.  What a head that man had, and such eyes!  Mtesa was
ever fond of a good story, and loved to question those whom he sent to
distant countries, until you might say that there was nothing left in a
man worth hearing after he had done with him.  But Saruti did not need
any questioning.  He talked on and on without stopping, until Mtesa
could not sit up longer for sheer weariness.  These are among the things
he said that he had witnessed on his journey.  You must not ask me if I
believe all that he said.  All I can say is that they might have
happened, or been seen by many men, but I never could quite understand
how it was that Saruti alone was so lucky as to see all the things he
talked about.  Anyhow, he was very amusing, and Mtesa laughed heartily
many times as he listened to him."

Kabaka, I think my charms which my father suspended round my neck must
be very powerful.  I am always in luck.  I hear good stones on my
journey, I see strange things which no one else seems to have come
across.  Now on this last journey, by the time I reached Singo, I came
to a little village, and as I was drinking banana wine with the chief,
he told me that there were two lions near his village who had a band of
hyenas to serve as soldiers under them.  They used to send them out in
pairs, sometimes to one district, and sometimes to another, to purvey
food for them.  If the peasants showed fight, they went back and
reported to their masters, and the lions brought all their soldiers with
them, who bothered them so that they were glad to leave a fat bullock
tied to a tree as tribute.  Then the lions would take the bullock and
give orders that the peasant who paid his tribute should be left in
peace.  The chief declared this to be a fact, having had repeated proof
of it.

At the next place, which is Mbagwe, the man Buvaiya, who is in charge,
told me that when he went a short time before to pay his respects to the
Muzimu (the oracle) of the district, he met about thirty _kokorwa_ on
the road, hunting close together for snakes, and that as soon as they
saw him, they charged at him, and would have killed him had he not run
up a tree.  He tells me that though they are not much bigger than
rabbits, they are very savage, and make travelling alone very dangerous.
I think they must be some kind of small dogs.  Perhaps the old men of
the court may be better able to tell you what they are.

At the next village of Ngondo a smart boy named Rutuana was brought to
me, who was said to have been lately playing with a young friend of the
same age at long stick and little stick (tip-cat?).  His friend hit the
little stick, and sent it a great way, and Rutuana had to fetch it from
the long grass.  While searching for it, one of those big serpents which
swallow goats and calves caught him, and coiled itself around him.
Though he screamed out for help, Rutuana laid his stick across his
chest, and clutching hold of each end with a hand, held fast to it until
help came.  His friend ran up a tree, and only helped him by screaming.
As the serpent could not break the boy's hold of the stick, he was
unable to crush his ribs, because his outstretched arms protected them;
but when he was nearly exhausted the villagers came out with spears and
shields.  These fellows, however, were so stupid that they did not know
how to kill the serpent until Rutuana shouted to them: "Quick! draw your
bows and shoot him through the neck."  A man stepped forward then, and
when close to him pierced his throat with the arrow, and as the serpent
uncoiled himself to attack the men, Rutuana fell down.  The serpent was
soon speared, and the boy was carried home.  I think that boy will
become a great warrior.

At the next village the peasants were much disturbed by a multitude of
snakes which had collected there for some reason.  They had seen several
long black snakes which had taken lodging in the anthills.  These had
already killed five cows, and lately had taken to attacking the
travellers along the road that leads by the anthills, when an Arab,
named Massoudi, hearing of their trouble, undertook to kill them.  He
had some slaves with him, and he clothed their legs with buffalo hide,
and placed cooking-pots on their heads, and told them to go among the
anthills.  When the snakes came out of their holes he shot them one by
one.  Among the reptiles he killed were three kinds of serpents which
possessed horns.  The peasants skinned them, and made bags of them to
preserve their charms.  One kind of horned snake, very thick and short,
is said to lay eggs as large as those of fowls.  The _mubarasassa_,
which is of a greyish colour, is also said to be able to kill elephants.

I then went to Kyengi, beyond Singo, and the peasants, on coming to
gossip with me, rather upset me with terrible stories of the mischief
done by a big black leopard.  It seems that he had first killed a woman,
and had carried the body into the bush; and another time had killed two
men while they were setting their nets for some small ground game.  Then
a native hunter, under promise of reward from the chief, set out with
two spears to kill him.  He did not succeed, but he said that he saw a
strange sight.  As he was following the track of the leopard, he
suddenly came to a little jungle, with an open space in the middle.  A
large wild sow, followed by her litter of little pigs, was rooting
about, and grunting as pigs do, when he saw the monstrous black leopard
crawl towards one of the pigs.  Then there was a shrill squeal from a
piggie, and the mother, looking up, discovered its danger, at which it
furiously charged the leopard, clashing her tusks and foaming at the
mouth.  The leopard turned sharp round, and sprang up a tree.  The sow
tried to jump up after it, but being unable to reach her enemy in that
way, she set about working hard at the roots.  While she was busy about
it the peasant ran back to obtain a net and assistants, and to get his
hunting-dog.  When he returned, the sow was still digging away at the
bottom of the tree, and had made a great hole all round it.  The pigs,
frightened at seeing so many men, trotted away into the bush, and the
hunter and his friends prepared to catch the leopard.  They pegged the
net all about the tree, then let loose the dog, and urged him towards
the net.  As he touched the net, the hunters made a great noise, and
shouted, at which the leopard bounded from the tree, and with one
scratch of his paw ripped the dog open, sprang over the net, tapped one
of the men on the shoulder, and was running away, when he received a
wound in the shoulder, and stopped to bite the spear.  The hunters
continued to worry him, until at last, covered with blood, he lay down
and died.

One day's journey beyond Kyengi, I came to the thorn-fenced village of
some Watusi shepherds, who, it seems, had suffered much from a pair of
lion cubs, which were very fierce.  The headman's little boy was looking
after some calves when the cubs came and quietly stalked him through the
grass, and caught him.  The headman took it so much to heart, that as
soon as he heard the news he went straight back to his village and
hanged himself to a rafter.  The Watusi love their families very much,
but it seems to be a custom with these herdsmen that if a man takes his
own life, the body cannot be buried, and though he was a headman, they
carried it to the jungle, and after leaving it for the vultures, they
returned and set fire to his hut, and burnt it to the ground.  When they
had done that, the Watusi collected together and had a long hunt after
the young lions, but as yet they have not been able to find them.

When the sun was half-way up the sky, I came from Kyengi to some
peasants, who lived near a forest which is affected by the man-monkeys
called nzike (gorilla?).  I was told by them that the nzike know how to
smoke and make fire just as we do.  It is a custom among the natives,
when they see smoke issuing through the trees, for them to say, "Behold,
the nzike is cooking his food."  I asked them if it were true that the
nzike carried off women to live with them, but they all told me that it
was untrue, though the old men sometimes tell such stories to frighten
the women, and keep them at home out of danger.  Knowing that I was on
the king's business, they did not dare tell me their fables.

By asking them all sorts of questions, I was shown to a very old man
with a white beard, with whom I obtained much amusement.  It appears he
is a great man at riddles, and he asked me a great many.

One was, "What is it that always goes straight ahead, and never looks
back?"

I tried hard to answer him, but when finally he announced that it was a
river, I felt very foolish.

He then asked me, "What is it that is bone outside and meat within?"

The people laughed, and mocked me.  Then he said that it was an egg,
which was very true.

Another question he gave me was, "What is it that looks both ways when
you pass it?"

Some said one thing, and some said another, and at last he answered that
it was grass.

Then he asked me, "What good thing was it which a man eats, and which he
constantly fastens his eyes upon while he eats, and after eating, throws
a half away?"  I thought and considered, but I never knew what it was
until he told me that it was a roasted ear of Indian corn.

That old man was a very wise one, and among some of his sayings was that
"When people dream much, the old moon must be dying."

He also said that "When the old moon is dying, the hunter need never
leave home to seek game, because it is well known that he would meet
nothing."

And he further added, that at that time the potter need not try to bake
any pots, because the clay would be sure to be rotten.

Some other things which he said made me think a little of their meaning.

He said, "When people have provisions in their huts, they do not say,
Let us go into another man's house and rob him."

He also said, "When you see a crook-back, you do not ask him to stand
straight, nor an old man to join the dance, nor the man who is in pain,
to laugh."

And what he said about the traveller is very true.  The man who clings
to his own hearth does not tickle our ears, like him who sees many
lands, and hears new stories.

The next day I stopped at a village near the little lake of Kitesa's
called Mtukura.  The chief in charge loved talking so much, that he soon
made me as well acquainted with the affairs of his family as though he
courted my sister.  His people are accustomed to eat frogs and rats, and
from the noise in the reeds, and the rustling and squealings in the roof
of the hut I slept in, I think there is little fear of famine in that
village.  Nor are they averse, they tell me, to iguanas and those vile
feeders, the hyenas.

It is a common belief in the country that it was Naraki, a wife of Uni,
a sultan of Unyoro, who made that lake.  While passing through, she was
very thirsty, and cried out to her Muzimu (spirit), the Muzimu which
attends the kings of Unyoro, and which is most potent.  And all at once
there was a hissing flight of firestones (meteorites) in the air, and
immediately after, there was a fall of a monstrously large one, which
struck the ground close to her, and made a great hole, out of which the
water spurted and continued leaping up until a lake was formed, and
buried the fountain out of sight, and the rising waters formed a river,
which has run north from the lake ever since into the Kafu.

Close by this lake is a dark grove, sacred to Muzingeh, the king of the
birds.  It is said that he has only one eye, but once a year he visits
the grove, and after building his house, he commands all the birds from
the Nyanzas and the groves, to come and see him and pay their homage.
For half a moon the birds, great and small, may be seen following him
about along the shores of the lake, like so many guards around a king;
and before night they are seen returning in the same manner to the
grove.  The parrots' cries tell the natives when they come, and no one
would care to miss the sight, and the glad excitement among the
feathered tribe.  But there is one bird, called the Kirurumu, that
refuses to acknowledge the sovereignty of the Muzingeh.  The other birds
have tried often to induce him to associate with the Muzingeh; but
Kirurumu always answers that a beautiful creature like himself, with
gold and blue feathers, and such a pretty crest, was never meant to be
seen in the company of an ugly bird that possesses only one eye.

On the other side of Lake Mtukura is a forest where Dungu, the king of
the animals, lives.  It is to Dungu that all the hunters pray when they
set out to seek for game.  He builds first a small hut, and after
propitiating him with a small piece of flesh, he asks Dungu that he may
be successful.  Then Dungu enters into the hunter's head, if he is
pleased with the offering, and the cunning of the man becomes great; his
nerves stiffen, and his bowels are strengthened, and the game is
secured.  When Dungu wishes a man to succeed in the hunt, it is useless
for the buffalo to spurn the earth and moo, or for the leopard to cover
himself with sand in his rage--the spear of the hunter drinks his blood.
But the hunter must not forget to pay the tribute to the deity, lest he
be killed on the way home.

The friendly chief insisted that I should become his blood-fellow, and
stay with him a couple of days.  The witch-doctor, a man of great
influence in the country, was asked to unite us.  He took a sharp little
knife, and made a gash in the skin of my right leg, just above the knee,
and did the same to the chief, and then rubbed his blood over my wound,
and my blood over his, and we became brothers.  Among his gifts was this
beautiful shield, which I beg Mtesa, my Kabaka, to accept, because I
have seen none so beautiful, and it is too good for a colonel whose only
hope and wish is to serve his king.

I am glad that I rested there, because I saw a most wonderful sight
towards evening.  As we were seated under the bananas, we heard a big
he-goat's bleat, and by the sound of it we knew that it was neither for
fun nor for love.  It was a tone of anger and fear.  Almost at the same
time, one of the boys rushed up to us, and his face had really turned
grey from fear, and he cried, "There is a lion in the goat-pen, and the
big he-goat is fighting with him."  They had forgotten to tell me about
this famous goat, which was called Kasuju, after some great man who had
been renowned in war, and he certainly was worth speaking about, and
Kasuju was well known round about for his wonderful strength and
fighting qualities.  When we got near the pen with our spears and
shields, the he-goat was butting the lion--who was young, for he had no
mane--as he might have butted a pert young nanny-goat, and baaing with
as full a note as that of a buffalo calf.  It appears that Kasuju saw
the destroyer creeping towards one of his wives, and dashing at his
flank knocked him down.  As we looked on from the outside, we saw that
Kasuju was holding his own very well, and we thought that we would not
check the fight, but prepare ourselves to have a good cast at the lion
as he attempted to leave.  The lion was getting roused up, and we saw
the spring he made: but Kasuju nimbly stepped aside and gave him such a
stroke that it sounded like a drum.  Then Kasuju trotted away in front
of his trembling wives, and as the lion came up, we watched him draw his
ears back as he raised himself on his hind feet like a warrior.  The
lion advanced to him, and he likewise rose as though he would wrestle
with him, when Kasuju shot into his throat with so true and fair a
stroke, that drove one of his horns deep into the throat.  It was then
the lion's claws began to work, and with every scratch poor Kasuju's
hide was torn dreadfully, but he kept his horn in the wound, and pushed
home, and made the wound large.  Then the lion sprang free, and the
blood spurted all over Kasuju.  Blinded with his torn and hanging scalp,
and weakened with his wounds, he staggered about, pounding blindly at
his enemy, until the lion gave him one mighty stroke with its paw, and
sent him headlong, and then seized him by the neck and shook him, and we
heard the cruel crunch as the fangs met.  But it was the last effort of
the lion, for just as Kasuju was lifeless, the lion rolled over him,
dead also.  Had my friend told me this story, I should not have believed
him, but as I saw it with my own eyes, I am bound to believe it.  We
buried Kasuju honourably in a grave, as we would bury a brave man; but
the lion we skinned, and I have got his fur with the ragged hole in the
throat.

The singular fight we had witnessed, furnished us all with much matter
for talk about lions, and it brought into the mind of one of them a
story of a crocodile and lion fight which had happened some time before
in the night.  Lake Mtukura swarms with crocodiles, and situated as it
is in a region of game they must be fat with prey.  One night a
full-grown lion with a fine mane came to cool his dry throat in the
lake, and was quaffing water, when he felt his nose seized by something
that rose up from below.

From the traces of the struggle by the water's edge, it must have been a
terrible one.  The crocodile's long claws had left deep marks, showing
how he must have been lifted out of the water, and flung forcibly down;
but in the morning both lion and crocodile were found dead, the
crocodile's throat wide open with a broad gash, but his teeth still
fastened in the lion's nose.

Saruti had not half finished his stories when he felt, by seeing Mtesa
yawn, that though his adventures were very interesting, and he was quite
ready to continue, yet it would be to his advantage to dock his tongue
for the time being.  So he said, "Kabaka, the wise old man whom I met,
told me one thing I had nearly forgotten to say.  He said, `I know you
are a servant of the king, and if ever you want the king's face to
soften to you and his hand to open with gifts, compare yourself to the
lid of a cooking-pot, which, though the pot may be full of fragrant
stew, receives naught but the vapour, and the king who is wise will
understand and will be pleased with his servant.'"

"Very well said indeed, Saruti," cried Mtesa, laughing.  "I understand.
The lid must share with the pot this time.  Steward," he said, turning
to Kauta, "see that six head of cattle be driven to Saruti's
cattle-pen;" and Saruti twiyanzied (thanked with prostrations) so often
that his head swam.



CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

THE BOY KINNENEH AND THE GORILLA.

It is in such stories as the Fable of the Rabbit, the Leopard and the
Goat, the Dog and the little Chicken, the Leopard, the Sheep and the
Dove, the Crane, the Leopard and the Sheep, the Rabbit and the Lion, the
Cow and the Lion, the Lion and his mane, the Rabbit and the Leopard, and
the boy Kinneneh and the Gorilla, that Kadu, our accomplished relator of
legends, shone.  It is not with a wish to be unkind to Kadu that I say
he showed only too well that according to him cunning was to be
preferred to strength.  Perhaps he was right, though cunning is a word
in much discredit with us nowadays, because we are accustomed to ally it
with deception and fraud, but we will put the best possible construction
on it out of admiration for and gratitude to Kadu, and claim that his
cunning, which was the moral of most of his stories, was a kind of
illegitimate wisdom, or a permissible artfulness.  None of us, at least,
but sympathised with Kadu's dumb heroes when, by a little pleasant cheat
or sly stratagem, the bullying buffalo got the worst of an encounter
with the sharp-witted rabbit, or when the dog got the better of his sour
mistress the leopardess, or when rabbit put to shame the surly elephant,
or when Kibatti conquered the kings of the animal tribes.  The legend of
Kinneneh and the Gorilla was another story which evidently was meant by
Kadu and the unknown ancient of Uganda who invented it to illustrate
that cunning is mightier than strength.  He told it in this wise:

In the early days of Uganda, there was a small village situate on the
other side of the Katonga, in Buddu, and its people had planted bananas
and plantains which in time grew to be quite a large grove, and produced
abundant and very fine fruit.  From a grove of bananas when its fruit is
ripe there comes a very pleasant odour, and when a puff of wind blows
over it, and bears the fragrance towards you, I know of nothing so well
calculated to excite the appetite, unless it be the smell of roasted
meat.  Anyhow, such must have been the feeling of a mighty big gorilla,
who one day, while roaming about alone in the woods searching for nuts
to eat, stopped suddenly and stood up and sniffed for some time, with
his nose well out in the direction of the village.  After awhile he
shook his head and fell on all fours again to resume his search for
food.  Again there came with a whiff of wind a strong smell of ripe
bananas, and he stood on his feet once more, and with his nose shot out
thus he drew in a greedy breath and then struck himself over the
stomach, and said:

"I thought it was so.  There are bananas that way, and I must get some."

Down he fell on all fours, and put out his arms with long stretches,
just as a fisherman draws in a heavy net, and is eager to prevent the
escape of the fish.

In a little while he came to the edge of the grove, and stood and looked
gloatingly on the beautiful fruit hanging in great bunches.  Presently
he saw something move.  It was a woman bent double over a basket, and
packing the fruit neatly in it, so that she could carry a large quantity
at one journey.

The gorilla did not stay long thinking, but crawled up secretly to her;
and then with open arms rushed forward and seized her.  Before the woman
could utter her alarm he had lifted her and her basket and trotted away
with them into the deepest bush.  On reaching his den he flung the woman
on the ground, as you would fling dead meat, and bringing the banana
basket close to him, his two legs hugging it close to his round paunch,
he began to gorge himself, muttering while he peeled the fruit strange
sounds.  By-and-by the woman came to her senses, but instead of keeping
quiet, she screamed and tried to run away.  If it were not for that
movement and noise, she perhaps might have been able to creep away
unseen, but animals of all kinds never like to be disturbed while
eating, so Gorilla gave one roar of rage, and gave her such a squeeze
that the breath was clean driven out of her.  When she was still he fell
to again, and tore the peeling off the bananas, and tossed one after
another down his wide throat, until there was not one of the fruit left
in the basket, and the big paunch was swollen to twice its first size.
Then, after laying his paw on the body to see if there was any life left
in it, he climbed up to his nest above, and curled himself into a ball
for a sleep.

When he woke he shook himself and yawned, and looking below he saw the
body of the woman, and her empty basket, and he remembered what had
happened.  He descended the tree, lifted the body and let it fall, then
took up the basket, looked inside and outside of it, raked over the
peelings of the bananas, but could not find anything left to eat.

He began to think, scratching the fur on his head, on his sides, and his
paunch, picking up one thing and then another in an absent-minded way.
And then he appeared to have made up a plan.

Whatever it was, this is what he did.  It was still early morning, and
as there was no sign of a sun, it was cold, and human beings must have
been finishing their last sleep.  He got up and went straight for the
plantation.  On the edge of the banana-grove he heard a cock crow; he
stopped and listened to it; he became angry.

"Some one," he said to himself, "is stealing my bananas," and with that
he marched in the direction where the cock was crowing.

He came to the open place in front of the village, and saw several tall
houses much larger than his own nest; and while he was looking at them,
the door of one of them was opened, and a man came out.  He crept
towards him, and before he could cry out the gorilla had squeezed him
until his ribs had cracked, and he was dead; he flung him down, and
entered into the hut.  He there saw a woman, who was blowing a fire on
the hearth, and he took hold of her and squeezed her until there was no
life left in her body.  There were three children inside, and a bed on
the floor.  He treated them also in the same way, and they were all
dead.  Then he went into another house, and slew all the people in it,
one with a squeeze, another with a squeeze and a bite with his great
teeth, and there was not one left alive.  In this way he entered into
five houses and killed all the people in them, but in the sixth house
lived the boy Kinneneh and his old mother.

Kinneneh had fancied that he heard an unusual sound, and he had stood
inside with his eyes close to a chink in the reed door for some time
when he saw something that resembled what might be said to be half
animal and half man.  He walked like a man, but had the fur of a beast.
His arms were long, and his body was twice the breadth and thickness of
a full-grown man.  He did not know what it was, and when he saw it go
into his neighbours' houses, and heard those strange sounds, he grew
afraid, and turned and woke his mother, saying,

"Mother, wake up! there is a strange big beast in our village killing
our people.  So wake up quickly and follow me."

"But whither shall we fly, my son?" she whispered anxiously.

"Up to the loft, and lie low in the darkest place," replied Kinneneh,
and he set her the example and assisted his mother.

Now those Uganda houses are not low-roofed like these of Congo-land, but
are very high, as high as a tree, and they rise to a point, and near the
top there is a loft where we stow our nets, and pots, and where our
spear-shafts and bows are kept to season, and where our corn is kept to
dry, and green bananas are stored to ripen.  It was in this dark lofty
place that Kinneneh hid himself and his mother, and waited in silence.

In a short time the gorilla put his head into their house and listened,
and stepping inside he stood awhile, and looked searchingly around.  He
could see no one and heard nothing stir.  He peered under the bed-grass,
into the black pots and baskets, but there was no living being to be
found.

"Ha, ha," he cried, thumping his chest like a man when he has got the
big head.  "I am the boss of this place now, and the tallest of these
human nests shall be my own, and I shall feast every day on ripe bananas
and plantains, and there is no one who can molest me--ha, ha!"

"Ha, ha!" echoed a shrill, piping voice after his great bass.

The gorilla looked around once more, among the pots, and the baskets,
but finding nothing walked out.  Kinneneh, after awhile skipped down the
ladder and watched between the open cane-work of the door, and saw him
enter the banana-grove, and waited there until he returned with a mighty
load of the fruit.  He then saw him go out again into the grove, and
bidding his mother lie still and patient, Kinneneh slipped out and
ascended into the loft of the house chosen by the gorilla for his nest,
where he hid himself and waited.

Presently the gorilla returned with another load of the fruit, and,
squatting on his haunches, commenced to peel the fruit, and fill his
throat and mouth with it, mumbling and chuckling, and saying,

"Ha, ha!  This is grand!  Plenty of bananas to eat, and all--all my own.
None to say, `Give me some,' but all my very own.  Ho, ho!  I shall
feast every day.  Ha, ha!"

"Ha, ha," echoed the piping voice again.

The gorilla stopped eating and made an ugly frown as he listened.  Then
he said:

"That is the second time I have heard a thin voice saying, `Ha, ha!'  If
I only knew who he was that cried `Ha, ha!'  I would squeeze him, and
squeeze him until he cried, `Ugh, ugh!'"

"Ugh, ugh!" echoed the little voice again.

The gorilla leaped to his feet and rummaged around the pots and the
baskets, took hold of the bodies one after another and dashed them
against the floor, then went to every house and searched, but could not
discover who it was that mocked him.

In a short time he returned and ate a pile of bananas that would have
satisfied twenty men, and afterwards he went out, saying to himself that
it would be a good thing to fill the nest with food, as it was a bore to
leave the warm nest each time he felt a desire to eat.

No sooner had he departed than Kinneneh slipped down, and carried every
bunch that had been left away to his own house, where they were stowed
in the loft for his mother, and after enjoining his mother to remain
still, he waited, peering through the chinks of the door.

He soon saw Gorilla bearing a pile of bunches that would have required
ten men to carry, and after flinging them into the chief's house, return
to the plantation for another supply.  While Gorilla was tearing down
the plants and plucking at the bunches, Kinneneh was actively engaged in
transferring what he brought into the loft by his mother's side.
Gorilla made many trips in this manner, and brought in great heaps, but
somehow his stock appeared to be very small.  At last his strength was
exhausted, and feeling that he could do no more that day, he commenced
to feed on what he had last brought, promising to himself that he would
do better in the morning.

At dawn the gorilla hastened out to obtain a supply of fruit for his
breakfast, and Kinneneh took advantage of his absence to hide himself
overhead.

He was not long in his place before Gorilla came in with a huge lot of
ripe fruit, and after making himself comfortable on his haunches with a
great bunch before him he rocked himself to and fro, saying while he
munched:

"Ha, ha!  Now I have plenty again, and I shall eat it all myself.  Ha,
ha!"

"Ha, ha," echoed a thin voice again, so close and clear it seemed to
him, that leaping up he made sure to catch it.  As there appeared to be
no one in the house, he rushed out raging, champing his teeth, and
searched the other houses, but meantime Kinneneh carried the bananas to
the loft of the gorilla's house, and covered them with bark-cloth.

In a short time Gorilla returned furious and disappointed, and sat down
to finish the breakfast he had only begun, but on putting out his hands
he found only the withered peelings of yesterday's bananas.  He looked
and rummaged about, but there was positively nothing left to eat.  He
was now terribly hungry and angry, and he bounded out to obtain another
supply, which he brought in and flung on the floor, saying,

"Ha, ha!  I will now eat the whole at once--all to myself, and that
other thing which says, `Ha, ha!' after me, I will hunt and mash him
like this," and he seized a ripe banana and squeezed it with his paw
with so much force that the pulp was squirted all over him.  "Ha, ha!"
he cried.

"Ha, ha!" mocked the shrill voice, so clear that it appeared to come
from behind his ear.

This was too much to bear; Gorilla bounded up and vented a roar of rage.
He tossed the pots, the baskets, the bodies, and bed-grass about--
bellowing so loudly and funnily in his fury that Kinneneh, away up in
the loft, could scarcely forbear imitating him.  But the mocker could
not be found, and Gorilla roared loudly in the open place before the
village, and tore in and out of each house, looking for him.

Kinneneh descended swiftly from his hiding-place, and bore every banana
into the loft as before.

Gorilla hastened to the plantation again, and so angry was he that he
uprooted the banana-stalks by the root, and snapped off the clusters
with one stroke of his great dog-teeth, and having got together a large
stock, he bore it in his arms to the house.

"There," said he, "ha, ha!  Now I shall eat in comfort and have a long
sleep afterwards, and if that fellow who mocks me comes near--ah!  I
would"--and he crushed a big bunch in his arms and cried, "ha, ha!"

"Ha, ha!  Ha, ha!" cried the mocking voice; and again it seemed to be at
the back of his head.  Whereupon Gorilla flung his arms behind in the
hope of catching him, but there was nothing but his own back, which
sounded like a damp drum with the stroke.

"Ha, ha!  Ha, ha!" repeated the voice, at which Gorilla shot out of the
door, and raced round the house, thinking that the owner was flying
before him, but he never could overtake the flyer.  Then he went around
outside of the other houses, and flew round and round the village, but
he could discover naught.  But meanwhile Kinneneh had borne all the
stock of bananas up into the loft above, and when Gorilla returned there
was not one banana of all the great pile he had brought left on the
floor.

When, after he was certain that there was not a single bit of a banana
left for him to eat, he scratched his sides and his legs, and putting
his hand on the top of his head, he uttered a great cry just like a
great, stupid child, but the crying did not fill his tummy.  No, he must
have bananas for that--and he rose up after awhile and went to procure
some more fruit.

But when he had brought a great pile of it and had sat down with his
nice-smelling bunch before him, he would exclaim, "Ha, ha!  Now--now I
shall eat and be satisfied.  I shall fill myself with the sweet fruit,
and then lie down and sleep.  Ha, ha!"

Then instantly the mocking voice would cry out after him, "Ha, ha!" and
sometimes it sounded close to his ears, and then behind his head,
sometimes it appeared to come from under the bananas and sometimes from
the doorway:--that Gorilla would roar in fury, and he would grind his
teeth just like two grinding-stones, and chatter to himself, and race
about the village, trying to discover whence the voice came, but in his
absence the fruit would be swept away by his invisible enemy, and when
he would come in to finish his meal, lo! there were only blackened and
stained banana peelings--the refuse of his first feast.

Gorilla would then cry like a whipped child, and would go again into the
plantation, to bring some more fruit into the house, but when he
returned with it he would always boast of what he was going to do, and
cry out "Ha, ha!" and instantly his unseen enemy would mock him and cry
"Ha, ha!" and he would start up raving and screaming in rage, and search
for him, and in his absence his bananas would be whisked away.  And
Gorilla's hunger grew on him, until his paunch became like an empty
sack, and what with his hunger and grief and rage, and furious raving
and racing about, his strength was at last quite exhausted, and the end
of him was that on the fifth day he fell from weakness across the
threshold of the chief's house, which he had chosen to make his nest,
and there died.

When the people of the next village heard of how Kinneneh, a little boy,
had conquered the man-killing gorilla, they brought him and his mother
away, and they gave him a fine new house and a plantation, and male and
female slaves to tend it, and when their old king died, and the period
of mourning for him was over, they elected wise Kinneneh to be king over
them.

"Ah, friends," said Safeni to his companions, after Kadu had concluded
his story, "there is no doubt that the cunning of a son of man prevails
over the strongest brute, and it is well for us, Mashallah! that it
should be so; for if the elephant, or the lion, or the gorilla possessed
but cunning equal to their strength, what would become of us!"

And each man retired to his hut, congratulating himself that he was born
a man-child, and not a thick, muddle-headed beast.



CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

THE CITY OF THE ELEPHANTS.

"Master," said Kassim, one of the Basoko boys, "Baruti's tales have
brought back from among forgotten things a legend I once knew very well.
Ah, I wish I could remember more, but little by little the stories that
I used to hear in my childhood from my mother and the old woman who
would come and sit with her, will perhaps return again into the mind.  I
should never have thought of this that I am about to repeat to you now
had it not been that Baruti's legends seem to recall as though they were
but yesterday the days that came and went uncounted in our Basoko
village.  This legend is about the City of the Elephants that one of my
countrymen and his wife came across in the far past time, in the manner
that I shall tell you."

A Bungandu man named Dudu, and his wife Salimba, were one day seeking in
the forest a long way from the town for a proper redwood-tree, out of
which they could make a wooden mortar wherein they could pound their
manioc.  They saw several trees of this kind as they proceeded, but
after examining one, and then another, they would appear to be
dissatisfied, and say, "Perhaps if we went a little further we might
find a still better tree for our purpose."

And so Dudu and Salimba proceeded further and further into the tall and
thick woods, and ever before them there appeared to be still finer trees
which would after all be unsuited for their purpose, being too soft, or
too hard, or hollow, or too old, or of another kind than the useful
redwood.  They strayed in this manner very far.  In the forest where
there is no path or track, it is not easy to tell which direction one
came from, and as they had walked round many trees, they were too
confused to know which way they ought to turn homeward.  When Dudu said
he was sure that his course was the right one for home, Salimba was as
sure that the opposite was the true way.  They agreed to walk in the
direction Dudu wished, and after a long time spent on it, they gave it
up and tried another, but neither took them any nearer home.

The night overtook them and they slept at the foot of a tree.  The next
day they wandered still farther from their town, and they became anxious
and hungry.  As one cannot see many yards off on any side in the forest,
an animal hears the coming step long before the hunter gets a chance to
use his weapon.  Therefore, though they heard the rustle of the flying
antelope, or wild pig as it rushed away, it only served to make their
anxiety greater.  And the second day passed, and when night came upon
them they were still hungrier.

Towards the middle of the third day, they came into an open place by a
pool frequented by Kiboko (hippo), and there was a margin of grass round
about it, and as they came in view of it, both, at the same time,
sighted a grazing buffalo.

Dudu bade his wife stand behind a tree while he chose two of his best
and sharpest arrows, and after a careful look at his bow-string, he
crept up to the buffalo, and drove an arrow home as far as the guiding
leaf, which nearly buried it in the body.  While the beast looked around
and started from the twinge within, Dudu shot his second arrow into his
windpipe, and it fell to the ground quite choked.  Now here was water to
drink and food to eat, and after cutting a load of meat they chose a
thick bush-clump a little distance from the pool, made a fire, and,
after satisfying their hunger, slept in content.  The fourth day they
stopped and roasted a meat provision that would last many days, because
they knew that luck is not constant in the woods.

On the fifth they travelled, and for three days more they wandered.
They then met a young lion who, at the sight of them, boldly advanced,
but Dudu sighted his bow, and sent an arrow into his chest which
sickened him of the fight, and he turned and fled.

A few days afterwards, Dudu saw an elephant standing close to them
behind a high bush, and whispered to his wife:

"Ah, now, we have a chance to get meat enough for a month."

"But," said Salimba, "why should you wish to kill him, when we have
enough meat still with us?  Do not hurt him.  Ah, what a fine back he
has, and how strong he is.  Perhaps he would carry us home."

"How could an elephant understand our wishes?" asked Dudu.

"Talk to him anyhow, perhaps he will be clever enough to understand what
we want."

Dudu laughed at his wife's simplicity, but to please her he said,
"Elephant, we have lost our way; will you carry us and take us home, and
we shall be your friends for ever."

The Elephant ceased waving his trunk, and nodding to himself, and
turning to them said--

"If you come near to me and take hold of my ears, you may get on my
back, and I will carry you safely."

When the Elephant spoke, Dudu fell back from surprise, and looked at him
as though he had not heard aright, but Salimba advanced with all
confidence, and laid hold of one of his ears, and pulled herself up on
to his back.  When she was seated, she cried out, "Come, Dudu, what are
you looking at?  Did you not hear him say he would carry you?"

Seeing his wife smiling and comfortable on the Elephant's back, Dudu
became a little braver and moved forward slowly, when the Elephant spoke
again, "Come, Dudu, be not afraid.  Follow your wife, and do as she did,
and then I will travel home with you quickly."

Dudu then put aside his fears, and his surprise, and seizing the
Elephant's ear, he ascended and seated himself by his wife on the
Elephant's back.

Without another word the Elephant moved on rapidly, and the motion
seemed to Dudu and Salimba most delightful.  Whenever any overhanging
branch was in the way, the Elephant wrenched it off, or bent it and
passed on.  No creek, stream, gulley, or river, stopped him, he seemed
to know exactly the way he should go, as if the road he was travelling
was well known to him.

When it was getting dark he stopped and asked his friends if they would
not like to rest for the night, and finding that they so wished it, he
stopped at a nice place by the side of the river, and they slid to the
ground, Dudu first, and Salimba last.  He then broke dead branches for
them, out of which they made a fire, and the Elephant stayed by them, as
though he was their slave.

Hearing their talk, he understood that they would like to have something
better than dried meat to eat, and he said to them, "I am glad to know
your wishes, for I think I can help you.  Bide here a little, and I will
go and search."

About the middle of the night he returned to them with something white
in his trunk, and a young antelope in front of him.  The white thing was
a great manioc root, which he dropped into Salimba's lap.

"There, Salimba," he said, "there is food for you, eat your fill and
sleep in peace, for I will watch over you."

Dudu and Salimba had seen many strange things that day, but they were
both still more astonished at the kindly and intelligent care which
their friend the Elephant took of them.  While they roasted their fresh
meat over the flame, and the manioc root was baking under the heap of
hot embers, the Elephant dug with his tusks for the juicy roots of his
favourite trees round about their camp, and munched away contentedly.

The next morning, all three, after a bathe in the river, set out on
their journey more familiar with one another, and in a happier mood.

About noon, while they were resting during the heat of the day, two
lions came near to roar at them, but when Dudu was drawing his bow at
one of them, the Elephant said:

"You leave them to me; I will make them run pretty quick," saying which
he tore off a great bough of a tree, and nourishing this with his trunk,
he trotted on the double quick towards them, and used it so heartily
that they both skurried away with their bellies to the ground, and their
hides shrinking and quivering out of fear of the great rod.

In the afternoon the Elephant and his human friends set off again, and
some time after they came to a wide and deep river.  He begged his
friends to descend while he tried to find out the shallowest part.  It
took him some time to do this; but, having discovered a ford where the
water was not quite over his back, he returned to them, and urged them
to mount him as he wished to reach home before dark.

As the Elephant was about to enter the river, he said to Dudu, "I see
some hunters of your own kind creeping up towards us.  Perhaps they are
your kinsmen.  Talk to them, and let us see whether they be friends or
foes."

Dudu hailed them, but they gave no answer, and, as they approached
nearer, they were seen to prepare to cast their spears, so the Elephant
said, "I see that they are not your friends; therefore, as I cross the
river, do you look out for them, and keep them at a distance.  If they
come to the other side of the river, I shall know how to deal with
them."

They got to the opposite bank safely; but, as they were landing, Dudu
and Salimba noticed that their pursuers had discovered a canoe, and that
they were pulling hard after them.  But the Elephant soon after landing
came to a broad path smoothed by much travel, over which he took them at
a quick pace, so fast, indeed, that the pursuers had to run to be able
to keep up with them.  Dudu, every now and then let fly an arrow at the
hunters, which kept them at a safe distance.

Towards night they came to the City of the Elephants, which was very
large and fit to shelter such a multitude as they now saw.  Their
elephant did not linger, however, but took his friends at the same quick
pace until they came to a mighty elephant that was much larger than any
other, and his ivories were gleaming white and curled up, and
exceedingly long.  Before him Dudu and Salimba were told by their friend
to descend and salaam, and he told his lord how he had found them lost
in the woods, and how for the sake of the kindly words of the woman he
had befriended them, and assisted them to the city of his tribe.  When
the King Elephant heard all this he was much pleased, and said to Dudu
and Salimba that they were welcome to his city, and how they should not
want for anything, as long as they would be pleased to stay with them,
but as for the hunters who had dared to chase them, he would give orders
at once.  Accordingly he gave a signal, and ten active young elephants
dashed out of the city, and in a short time not one of the hunters was
left alive, though one of them had leaped into the river, thinking that
he could escape in that manner.  But then you know that an elephant is
as much at home in a river, as a Kiboko [a hippopotamus], so that the
last man was soon caught and was drowned.

Dudu and Salimba, however, on account of Salimba's kind heart in
preventing her husband wounding the elephant, were made free of the
place, and their friend took them with him to many families, and the big
pa's and ma's told their little babies all about them and their habits,
and said that, though most of the human kind were very stupid and
wicked, Dudu and Salimba were very good, and putting their trunks into
their ears they whispered that Salimba was the better of the two.  Then
the little elephants gathered about them and trotted by their side and
around them and diverted them with their antics, their races, their
wrestlings, and other trials of strength, but when they became familiar
and somewhat rude in their rough play, their elephant friend would
admonish them, and if that did not suffice, he would switch them
soundly.

The City of the Elephants was a spacious and well-trodden glade in the
midst of a thick forest, and as it was entered one saw how wisely the
elephant families had arranged their manner of life.  For without, the
trees stood as thick as water-reeds, and the bush or underwood was like
an old hedge of milkweed knitted together by thorny vines and snaky
climbers into which the human hunter might not even poke his nose
without hurt.  Well, the burly elephants had, by much uprooting, created
deep hollows, or recesses, wherein a family of two and more might snugly
rest, and not even a dart of sunshine might reach them.  Round about the
great glade the dark leafy arches ran, and Dudu and his wife saw that
the elephant families were numerous--for by one sweeping look they could
tell that there were more elephants than there are human beings in a
goodly village.  In some of the recesses there was a row of six and more
elephants; in another the parents stood head to head, and their
children, big and little, clung close to their parents' sides; in
another a family stood with heads turned towards the entrance, and so on
all around--while under a big tree in the middle there was quite a
gathering of big fellows, as though they were holding a serious palaver;
under another tree one seemed to be on the outlook; another paced slowly
from side to side; another plucked at this branch or at that; another
appeared to be heaving a tree, or sharpening a blunted ivory; others
seemed appointed to uproot the sprouts, lest the glade might become
choked with underwood.  Near the entrance on both sides were a brave
company of them, faces turned outward, swinging their trunks, napping
their ears, rubbing against each other, or who with pate against pate
seemed to be drowsily considering something.  There was a continual
coming in and a going out, singly, or in small companies.  The roads
that ran through the glade were like a network, clean and smooth, while
that which went towards the king's place was so wide that twenty men
might walk abreast.  At the far end the king stood under his own tree,
with his family under the arches behind him.

This was the City of the Elephants as Dudu and Salimba saw it.  I ought
to say that the outlets of it were many.  One went straight through the
woods in a line up river, at the other end it ran in a line following
the river downward; one went to a lakelet, where juicy plants and reeds
throve like corn in a man's fields, and where the elephants rejoiced in
its cool water, and washed themselves and infants; another went to an
ancient clearing where the plantain and manioc grew wild, and wherein
more than two human tribes might find food for countless seasons.

Then said their friend to Dudu and Salimba--"Now that I have shown you
our manner of life, it is for you to ease your longing for awhile and
rest with us.  When you yearn for home, go tell our king, and he will
send you with credit to your kindred."

Then Dudu and his wife resolved to stay, and eat, and they stayed a
whole season, not only unhurt, but tenderly cared for, with never a
hungry hour or uneasy night.  But at last Salimba's heart remembered her
children, and kinfolk, and her own warm house and village pleasures, and
on hinting of these memories to her husband, he said that after all
there was no place like Bungandu.  He remembered his long pipe, and the
talk-house, the stool-making, shaft-polishing, bow-fitting, and the
little tinkering jobs, the wine-trough, and the merry drinking bouts,
and he wept softly as he thought of them.

They thus agreed that it was time for them to travel homeward, and
together they sought the elephant king, and frankly told him of their
state.

"My friends," he replied, "be no longer sad, but haste to depart.  With
the morning's dawn guides shall take you to Bungandu with such gifts as
shall make you welcome to your folk.  And when you come to them, say to
them that the elephant king desires lasting peace and friendship with
them.  On our side we shall not injure their plantations, neither a
plantain, nor a manioc root belonging to them; and on your side dig no
pits for our unwary youngsters, nor hang the barbed iron aloft, nor
plant the poisoned stake in the path, so we shall escape hurt and be
unprovoked."  And Dudu put his hand on the king's trunk as the pledge of
good faith.

In the morning, four elephants, as bearers of the gifts from the king--
bales of bark-cloth, and showy mats, and soft hides and other things--
and two fighting elephants besides their old friend, stood by the
entrance to the city, and when the king elephant came up he lifted
Salimba first on the back of her old companion, and then placed Dudu by
her side, and at a parting wave the company moved on.

In ten days they reached the edge of the plantation of Bungandu, and the
leader halted.  The bales were set down on the ground, and then their
friend asked of Dudu and his wife--

"Know you where you are?"

"We do," they answered.

"Is this Bungandu?" he asked.

"This is Bungandu," they replied.

"Then here we part, that we may not alarm your friends.  Go now your
way, and we go our way.  Go tell your folk how the elephants treat their
friends, and let there be peace for ever between us."

The elephants turned away, and Dudu and Salimba, after hiding their
wealth in the underwood, went arm in arm into the village of Bungandu.
When their friends saw them, they greeted them as we would greet our
friends whom we have long believed to be dead, but who come back smiling
and rejoicing to us.  When the people heard their story they greatly
wondered and doubted, but when Dudu and Salimba took them to the place
of parting and showed them the hoof prints of seven elephants on the
road, and the bales that they had hidden in the underwood, they believed
their story.  And they made it a rule from that day that no man of the
tribe ever should lift a spear, or draw a bow, or dig a pit, or plant
the poisoned stake in the path, or hang the barbed iron aloft, to do
hurt to an elephant.  And as a proof that I have but told the truth go
ask the Bungandu, and they will say why none of their race will ever
seek to hurt the elephant, and it will be the same as I have told you.
That is my story.



CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

THE SEARCH FOR THE HOME OF THE SUN.

We had a man named Kanga with us in 1883, which name seems to have been
bestowed on him by some Islamised resident of Nyangwe by reason of some
fancied suggestion made by some of his facial marks to the spots on a
guinea-fowl.  Kanga had not spoken as yet by the evening fire, but had
been an amused listener.  When the other tale-tellers were seen sporting
their gay robes on the Sunday, it may have inspired him to make an
effort to gain one for himself; anyhow, he surprised us one night by
saying that he knew of a tale which perhaps we would like to hear.  As
Kanga's tribe was the Wasongora-Meno on the right bank of the Lualaba,
between Nyangwe and Stanley Falls, the mere mention of a tale from that
region was sufficient to kindle my interest.

After a few suitable compliments to Kanga, which were clearly much
appreciated, he spoke as follows:

Master and friends.  We have an old phrase among us which is very
common.  It is said that he who waits and waits for his turn, may wait
too long, and lose his chance.  My tongue is not nimble like some, and
my words do not flow like the deep river.  I am rather like the brook
which is fretted by the stones in its bed, and I hope after this
explanation you will not be too impatient with me.

My tale is about King Masama and his tribe, the Balira, who dwelt far in
the inmost region, behind (east) us, who throng the banks of the great
river.  They were formerly very numerous, and many of them came to live
among us, but one day King Masama and the rest of the tribe left their
country and went eastward, and they have never been heard of since, but
those who chose to stay with us explained their disappearance in this
way.

A woman, one cold night, after making up her fire on the hearth, went to
sleep.  In the middle of the night the fire had spread, and spread, and
began to lick up the litter on the floor, and from the litter it crept
to her bed of dry banana-leaves, and in a little time shot up into
flames.  When the woman and her husband were at last awakened by the
heat, the flames had already mounted into the roof, and were burning
furiously.  Soon they broke through the top and leaped up into the
night, and a gust of wind came and carried the long flames like a stream
of fire towards the neighbouring huts, and in a short time the fire had
caught hold of every house, and the village was entirely burned.  It was
soon known that besides burning up their houses and much property,
several old people and infants had been destroyed by the fire, and the
people were horror-struck and angry.

Then one voice said, "We all know in whose house the fire began, and the
owner of it must make our losses good to us."

The woman's husband heard this, and was alarmed, and guiltily fled into
the woods.

In the morning a council of the elders was held, and it was agreed that
the man in whose house the fire commenced should be made to pay for his
carelessness, and they forthwith searched for him.  But when they sought
for him he could not be found.  Then all the young warriors who were
cunning in wood-craft, girded and armed themselves, and searched for the
trail, and when one of them had found it, he cried out, and the others
gathered themselves about him and took it up, and when many eyes were
set upon it, the trail could not be lost.

They soon came up to the man, for he was seated under a tree, bitterly
weeping.

Without a word they took hold of him by the arms and bore him along with
them, and brought him before the village fathers.  He was not a common
man by any means.  He was known as one of Masama's principal men, and
one whose advice had been often followed.

"Oh," said everybody, "he is a rich man, and well able to pay; yet, if
he gives all he has got, it will not be equal to our loss."

The fathers talked a long time over the matter, and at last decided that
to save his forfeited life he should freely turn over to them all his
property.  And he did so.  His plantation of bananas and plantains, his
plots of beans, yams, manioc, potatoes, ground-nuts, his slaves, spears,
shields, knives, paddles and canoes.  When he had given up all, the
hearts of the people became softened towards him, and they forgave him
the rest.

After the elder's property had been equally divided among the sufferers
by the fire, the people gained new courage, and set about rebuilding
their homes, and before long they had a new village, and they had made
themselves as comfortable as ever.

Then King Masama made a law, a very severe law--to the effect that, in
future, no fire should be lit in the houses during the day or night; and
the people, who were now much alarmed about fire, with one heart agreed
to keep the law.  But it was soon felt that the cure for the evil was as
cruel as the fire had been.  For the houses had been thatched with green
banana-leaves, the timbers were green and wet with their sap, the floor
was damp and cold, the air was deadly, and the people began to suffer
from joint aches, and their knees were stiff, and the pains travelled
from one place to another through their bodies.  The village was filled
with groaning.

Masama suffered more than all, for he was old.  He shivered night and
day, and his teeth chattered sometimes so that he could not talk, and
after that his head would burn, and the hot sweat would pour from him,
so that he knew no rest.

Then the king gathered his chiefs and principal men together, and said:

"Oh, my people, this is unendurable, for life is with me now but one
continuous ague.  Let us leave this country, for it is bewitched, and if
I stay longer there will be nothing left of me.  Lo, my joints are
stiffened with my disease, and my muscles are withering.  The only time
I feel a little ease is when I lie on the hot ashes without the house,
but when the rains fall I must needs withdraw indoors, and there I find
no comfort, for the mould spreads everywhere.  Let us hence at once to
seek a warmer clime.  Behold whence the sun issues daily in the morning,
hot and glowing; there, where his home is, must be warmth, and we shall
need no fire.  What say you?"

Masama's words revived their drooping spirits.  They looked towards the
sun as they saw him mount the sky, and felt his cheering glow on their
naked breasts and shoulders, and they cried with one accord: "Let us
hence, and seek the place whence he comes."

And the people got ready and piled their belongings in the canoes, and
on a certain day they left their village and ascended their broad river,
the Lira.  Day after day they paddled up the stream, and we heard of
them from the Bafanya as they passed by their country, and the Bafanya
heard of them for a long distance up--from the next tribe--the Bamoru--
and the Bamoru heard about them arriving near the Mountain Land beyond.

Not until a long time afterwards did we hear what became of Masama and
his people.

It was said that the Balira, when the river had become shallow and
small, left their canoes and travelled by land among little hills, and
after winding in and out amongst them they came to the foot of the tall
mountain which stands like a grandsire amongst the smaller mountains.
Up the sides of the big mountain they straggled, the stronger and more
active of them ahead, and as the days passed, they saw that the world
was cold and dark until the sun showed himself over the edge of the big
mountain, when the day became more agreeable, for the heat pierced into
their very marrows, and made their hearts rejoice.  The greater the heat
became, the more certain were they that they were drawing near the home
of the sun.  And so they pressed on and on, day after day, winding along
one side of the mountain, and then turning to wind again still higher.
Each day, as they advanced towards the top, the heat became greater and
greater.  Between them and the sun there was now not the smallest shrub
or leaf, and it became so fiercely hot that finally not a drop of sweat
was left in their bodies.  One day, when not a cloud was in the sky, and
the world was all below them--far down like a great buffalo hide--the
sun came out over the rim of the mountain like a ball of fire, and the
nearest of them to the top were dried like a leaf over a flame, and
those who were behind were amazed at its burning force, and felt, as he
sailed over their heads, that it was too late for them to escape.  Their
skins began to shrivel up and crackle, and fall off, and none of those
who were high up on the mountain side were left alive.  But a few of
those who were nearest the bottom, and the forest belts, managed to take
shelter, and remaining there until night, they took advantage of the
darkness, when the sun sleeps, to fly from the home of the sun.  Except
a few poor old people and toddling children, there was none left of the
once populous tribe of the Balira.

That is my story.  We who live by the great river have taken the lesson,
which the end of this tribe has been to us, close to our hearts, and it
is this.  Kings who insist that their wills should be followed, and
never care to take counsel with their people, are as little to be heeded
as children who babble of what they cannot know, and therefore in our
villages we have many elders who take all matters from the chief and
turn them over in their minds, and when they are agreed, they give the
doing of them to the chief, who can act only as the elders decree.



CHAPTER NINETEEN.

A HOSPITABLE GORILLA.

"Sir," said Baruti, after we had all gathered around the evening fire,
and were waiting expectant for the usual story, "Kassim's tale about the
City of the Elephants and the peace that was entered into between the
elephants and the Bungandu has reminded me of what happened between a
tribe living on the banks of the little Black River above the Basoko,
and a Gorilla."

"Wallahi, but these Basoko boys beat everybody for telling stories,"
exclaimed a Zanzibari.  "I wonder, however, whether they invent them, or
they really have heard them from their old folk, as they say they did."

"We heard them, of course," replied Baruti, with an indignant look; "for
how could Kassim or I imagine such things?  I heard something each day
almost from the elders, or the old women of the tribe.  My mother also
told me some, and my big brother told me others.  At our village
talk-house, scarcely a day passed but we heard of some strange thing
which had happened in old times.  It is this custom of meeting around
the master's fire, and the legends that we hear, that reminds us of what
we formerly heard, and by thinking and thinking over them the words come
back anew to us."

"But do you think these things of which you talk are true?" the
Zanzibari asked.

"True!" he echoed.  "Who am I that I should say, This thing is true, and
that is false!  I but repeat what my betters said.  I do not speak of
what I saw, but of what I heard, and the master's words to us were: `Try
and remember what was said to you in your villages by the ancients among
your people, and if you will tell it to me properly, I will give you a
nice cloth.'  Well, when our old men were in good-humour, and smoked
their long pipes, and the pot of wine was by their side, and we asked
them to tell us somewhat about the days when they were young, they would
say, `Listen to this now,' and they would tell us of what happened long
ago.  It is the things of long ago that we remember best, because they
were so strange that they clung on the mind, and would not altogether be
forgotten.  If there is aught unpleasing in them, it is not our fault,
for we but repeat the words that entered into our ears."

"That will do, Baruti; go on with your story; and you, Baraka, let your
tongue sleep," cried Zaidi.

"I but asked a question.  Ho! how impatient you fellows are!"

"Nay, this is but chatter--we shall never hear the story at this rate.
Hyah!  Barikallah!  [Hurry on, in God's name!]  Baruti."

Well (began Baruti), this tribe dwelt on the banks of the Black River
just above Basoko town, and at that time of the far past the thick
forest round about them was haunted by many monstrous animals; big apes,
chimpanzees, gorillas and such creatures, which are not often seen
nowadays.  Not far from the village, in a darksome spot where the
branches met overhead and formed a thick screen, and the lower wood
hedged it closely round about so that a tortoise could scarcely
penetrate it, there lived the Father of the Gorillas.  He had housed
himself in the fork of one of the tallest trees, and many men had seen
the nest as they passed by, but none as yet had seen the owner.

But one day a fisherman in search of rattans to make his nets, wandered
far into the woods, and in trying to recover the direction home struck
the Black River high up.  As he stood wondering whether this was the
black stream that flowed past his village, he saw, a little to the right
of him, an immense gorilla, who on account of the long dark fur on his
chest appeared to be bigger than he really was.  A cold sweat caused by
his great fear began to come out of the man, and his knees trembled so
that he could hardly stand, but when he perceived that the gorilla did
not move, but continued eating his bananas, he became comforted a
little, and his senses came back.  He turned his head around, in order
to see the clearest way for a run; but as he was about to start, he saw
that the gorilla's eyes were fixed on him.  Then the gorilla broke out
into speech and said:

"Come to me, and let me look at thee."

The fisherman's fear came back to him, but he did as he was told, and
when he thought he was near enough, he stood still.

Then the gorilla said:

"If thou art kin to me, thou art safe from harm; if not, thou canst not
pass.  How many fingers hast thou?" he asked.

"Four," the fisherman answered, and he held a hand up with its back
towards the gorilla, and his thumb was folded in on the palm so that it
could not be seen by the beast.

"Ay--true indeed.  Why, thou must be a kinsman of ours, though thy fur
is somewhat scanty.  Sit down and take thy share of this food, and eat."

The fisherman sat down, and broke off bananas from the stalk and ate
heartily.

"Now mind," said the gorilla, "thou hast eaten food with me.  Shouldst
thou ever meet in thy wanderings any of my brothers, thou must be kind
to them in memory of this day.  Our tribe has no quarrel with any of
thine, and thy tribe must have none against any of mine.  I live alone
far down this river, and thy tribe lives further still.  Mind our
password, `_Tu-wheli, Tu-wheli_.'  By that we know who is friendly and
who is against us."

The fisherman departed, and speeding on his way reached his village
safely; but he kept secret what he had seen and met that day.

Some little time after, the tribe resolved to have a grand hunt around
their village, to scare the beasts of the forest away; for in some
things they resemble us.  If we leave a district undisturbed for a moon
or so, the animals think that we have either departed the country or are
afraid of them.  The apes and the elephants are the worst in that
respect, and always lead the way, pressing on our heels, and often
sending their scouts ahead to report, or as a hint to us that we are
lingering too long.

The people loaded themselves with their great nets, and first chose the
district where the Gorilla Father lived.  They set their nets around a
wide space, and then the beaters were directed to make a large sweep and
drive all the game towards the nets, and here and there where the
netting was weak, the hunters stood behind a thick bush, their heavy
spears ready for the fling.

Well, it just happened that at that very time the Father of the Gorillas
was holding forth to his kinsmen, and the first they knew of the hunt,
and that a multitude of men were in the woods, was when they heard the
horrid yells of the beaters, the sound of horns, the jingle of iron, and
the all-round swish of bushes.

The fisherman, like the rest of his friends, was well armed, and he was
as keen as the others for the hunt, but soon after he heard the cries of
the beaters, he saw a large gorilla rushing out of the bushes, and knew
him instantly for his friend, and he cried out "_Tu-wheli!  Tu-wheli_!"
At the sound of it the gorilla led his kinsmen towards him, and passed
the word to those behind, saying, "Ah, this is our friend.  Do not hurt
him."

The gorillas passed in a long line of mighty fellows, close by the
fisherman, and as they heard the voice of their father, they only
whispered to him, "_Tu-wheli, Tu-wheli_," but the last of all was a big,
sour-faced gorilla, who, when he saw that the pass was only guarded by
one man, made a rush at him.  His roar of rage was heard by the father,
and turning back he knew that his human brother was in danger, and he
cried out to those nearest to part them, "The man is our brother;" but
as the fierce gorilla was deaf to words, the father loped back to them,
and slew him, and then hastened away as the hunters were pressing up.

These, when they came up and observed that the fisherman's spear was
still in his hand, and not painted with blood, were furious, and they
agreed together that he should not have a share of the meat, "For," said
they, "he must have been in a league against us."  Neither did he obtain
any share of the spoil.

A few days after this the fisherman was proceeding through a part of the
forest, and a gorilla met him in the path, and said:

"Stay, I seem to know thee.  Art thou not our brother?"

"_Tu-wheli, Tu-wheli_!" he cried.

"Ah, it is true, follow me;" and they went together to the gorilla's
nesting-tree, where the fisherman was feasted on ripe bananas, berries,
and nuts, and juicy roots, and he was shown which roots and berries were
sweet, and which were bitter, and so great was the variety of food he
saw, that he came to know that though lost in the forest a wise man need
not starve.

When the fisherman returned to his village he called the elders
together, and he laid the whole story of his adventures before his
people, and when the elders heard that the berries and roots, nuts, and
mushrooms in the forest, of which they had hitherto been afraid, were
sweet and wholesome, they exclaimed with one voice, that the gorillas
had proved themselves true friends, and had given them much useful
knowledge; and it was agreed among them that in future the gorillas
should be reckoned among those, against whom it would not be lawful to
raise their spears.

Ever since the tribes on the Black River avoid harming the gorilla, and
all his kind big and little; neither will any of the gorilla trespass on
their plantations, or molest any of the people.





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