Part 36 (1/2)

”Germani mbaia!” (The Germans are bad!)

They were lifeless--listless--tae was left When their cattle had brought forth young and it looked as if there ht be so away all but the very old ones and the youngest calves The Gerave the all rusted by the track At the next village we asked about it They told us that a German native soldier had deserted six months before and had thrown his rifle away

Since that day no one had dared touch it, and they begged us to send back and lay it where we found it, lest the Ger it So we did that, to oblige the us one of their only two et now for howland, Fred always cheerful in spite of everything, Will e with its dirt and sores, Brownoftener than not

My leg grew no better, ith jolting and our ignorance of how to treat it Sometimes, in efforts to obtain relief, I borrowed a cow at one village and rode it to the next; but a cow is a poor mount and takes as a rule unkindly to the business Now and then I tried to walk for a while, on crutches that Fred made for rew hotter and ed after day

At last, however, we topped a low rise and saw Muanza lying on the lake-shore, with the great island of Ukereweto to northward in the distance Froli place, with a square fort, and a big house for the co the town

”Noe'll wire Monty at last!” said Fred

”Noe'll shave and wash and write letters!” said Will

”Now at last for a doctor!” said I

But Brown said nothing, and Kazimoto wore a look of anxious discontent

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE DARKNESS COMPREHENDED IT NOT

When Kenia's peak glows gold and rose A dawn breeze whispers to the plain With breath cooled sweet by ain!”

Stirs then the sleepless, lean Masai And stands o'er plain and peak at gaze Resentful of the bright'ning sky, Ihts, when the charcoal glowed and falling haed the spear-blades, and the warriors danced and sang!

When theover proverbs that the tribal wise blood-brother partnershi+p in weal and woe-- Nightlong stories of the runners co by the thorn-fire of the colish!+ When will those ti, when the feathered spearmen strode With the hide shi+elds on their foreares, grew red with flaring roofs, Grew noisy with the shouting and the thunder of the hoofs As we drove the plundered cattle--e burned the night with haste-- When we leapt at dawn from ambush--e laid the shambas waste!

---------------- Fundis--skilled workman

Oh the new spears dipped in life-blood as the wolish!+ When will those days coain!

Oh the ho On the heads of taken wo!

Oh the tusks of yellow ivory--the frasilas of beads-- And, best of all, the heifers that the e eyes at last our sky-line feathers see And the es shall be-- Ten heifers to a irl stands for twain)-- Oh the days before the English!+ When will those days corow in nureen and heavy where the six-foot spears weremen walk to market, and the wives have beads and wire-- Brass and iron--glass and cowrie--past the limit of desire

There is peace from lake to mountain, and the very zebra breed Where a law says none may hurt them (and the wise are they who heed!) Yea--the peace lies on the country as our herds oerspread the plain-- But the days before the English--when shall those days coold and rose A dawn breeze whispers to the plain With breath cooled sweet by ain!”

Stirs then the sleepless, lean Masai And stands o'er plain and peak at gaze Resentful of the bright'ning sky, Impatient of the white man's days