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As his rough "Larum gardum quantitere runze punze ke hi voi la" now reached the little ones, the impression was far deeper than he had intended, for the cellar man's youngest son, a little fellow six years old, first shrieked aloud, and, when the terrible old man's long arms barred his way, he began to cry piteously.
May! commang! Maydemosel Descuillès, je suis surprise! Kesse ke say! vous permattay maydemosels être lay filles d'ung seraglio! je ne vou pau! je vous defang! je suis biang atonnay!"
None was left of the blood of the chief's daughter. No man was left alive on the plateau of Ahao. "Their popoi pits are the wallows of the wild boar; on their paepaes sit the wild white dogs. The horned cattle wander where they walked. Hee i te fenua ke! They are gone, and the stranger shall have their graves."
Suddenly there rang out through the night the most appalling sound that had ever assailed Wargrave's ears. It was as the cry of a lost soul in all the agony of the damned, an eerie, unearthly wail that froze the blood in the listeners' veins. In the invisible ranks men shuddered and clutched at their neighbours. "Khuda ke Nam men, kiya hai?
"Hazúr ke kushi! Ask away. Only let me get at my pipe, and I'm at your service." He filled and lighted it with leisurely satisfaction; and Quita, settling herself on the carpet beside him, her face looking into his, her bright head laid against his knee, kept him talking of Border politics and Border warfare till all thought of putting in two hours' work was out of the question. Prestige.
Garth and the rest for the charge of a hearse and mourning coaches, which I could not have desired, and to Dr. D ke for designing me a monument I know the world will reflect I never deserved; but for that, let my works testify for me.
To David's ears there was something familiar in that song as it rose wildly on the morning air. "Pa sho ke non ze koon, Ta ba nin ga, Ah no go suh nuh guk, Na quash kuh mon; Na guh mo yah nin koo, Pa sho ke non ze koon, Pa sho ke non ze koon, Ta ba nin go." "What is it?" he asked, when Father Roland dropped back to his side, smiling and breathing deeply.
On reaching the end of the southern island, called Uta, we were kept waiting two days for a wind that would enable us to pass over to the next island, Teor, and I began to despair of ever reaching Ke, and determined on returning.
"Porto." "Ke Soko?" "Hatsi soko": "Who are you?" "Porto." "What's the news?" "No news." Although these Portos are less interesting to the ethnologist than the philanthropist, they being by-products of his efforts, I must not leave Fernando Po without mentioning them, for on them the trade of the island depends. They are the middlemen between the Bubi and the white trader.
"N'ktieh ieben iut, Qu'spen ma ke owse." We are going to stay in this lake A few days, and then go down the river. Bid adieu to our friends for us; We are going to the great salt water. After singing this they sank into the water. They had very long hair. A picture of the man looking at the snake-girls was scraped for me by the Indian who told me this story.
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