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Mohamad's account of his long imprisonment. Superstitions about children's teeth. Concerning dreams. News of Lake Chowambé. Life of the Arab slavers. The Katanga gold supply. Muabo. Ascent of the Rua Mountains. Syde bin Habib. Birthday 19th March, 1868. Hostility of Mpwéto. Contemplates visiting Lake Bemba. Nile sources. Men desert. The shores of Moero. Visits Fungafunga. Beturn to Casembe's.

Ben Habib informed the uncle of Sekeletu that he could easily guide him thither, and he might get a large number of cattle without any difficulty. This uncle advised Sekeletu to go; and, as the only greatness he knew was imitation of his father's deeds, he went, but was not so successful as was anticipated.

"They are neither companions nor friends of thine, for God is God!" "And why hast thou sent me to learn the teaching of the French?" "When thou settest thy horse against an enemy it is well to have two lances to thy hand thine own and his. And it is written, Habib, son of Habib, that thou shalt be content.... Put off thy shoes now and come. It is time we were at prayer." Summer died. Autumn grew.

Ben Habib, however, had, in coming from Zanzibar, visited Sebola Makwaia, and found that the chief town was governed by an old woman of that name.

A striped awning shut out the night sky, heavy with clouds, and the women, crowding for stolen peeps on the flat roof. A confusion of voices, raillery, laughter, eddied around the arcaded walls, and thin music bound it together with a monotonous count of notes. Through the doorway from the marble entresol where he stood Habib could see his father, cross-legged on a dais, with the notary.

At four o'clock the following day I went on board the steamer off to England. On returning to the quay, I found his faithful servant Habib, who had also followed Richard all the way, but had arrived just ten minutes too late, only in time to see the steamer go out. He flung himself down on the quay in a passion of tears. I took the night diligence back to Damascus.

Then, without haste, he went out. Habib followed him tardily as far as the outer door. In the darkness of the empty street he saw the loom of the man's figure moving off toward his own house, still without any haste. "And in the night of thy marriage thy husband, or thy father, if thou hast a father " Habib did not finish with the memory. He turned and walked a few steps along the street.

Already you revert! Eh?" "No, that is not the truth. But I am in need of a friend." "You look like a ghost, Habib." The faint smile still twisted Raoul's lips. "Or a drunken angel. You have not slept." "That's of no importance. I tell you I am in need " "You've not had coffee, Habib. When you've had coffee " "Coffee! My God!

He halted, blinked, and passed a hand over his hot-lidded eyes. He stammered: "My friend! I have been looking for you! Hamdou lillah! El hamdou'llah!" Raoul Genet, studying the flushed, bright-eyed, unsteady youth, put up a hand to cover a little smile, half ironic, half pitying. "So, Habib ben Habib, you revert! Camel-driver's talk in your mouth and camel's-hide slippers on your feet.

They slid back among the treasure in the sack, the bargaining price for the first wife of the only son of a man blessed by God. And now they brought forth also a red stone, cut in the fashion of Tunis. "A milk-white sea pearl, look thou; to wed in a jewel with the blood-red ruby that is the son of my breast. Ah, Habib, my Habib, but thou shalt be content!"