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Updated: June 14, 2025
When we had not cartridges enough, he would sneak around after dark to get some more. At times he would even surreptitiously "lift" a few from B.'s gunbearer! When in camp, with his "cazi" finished, Memba Sasa did fancy work!
He stood it as long as he could, then shouted "Kalele!" at them in so fierce a tone that the human silence was dead and immediate. But this made prominent other lesser noises. Kingozi's headache was worse. He tossed and turned, but at last fell into a half-waking stupor. He was brought to full consciousness by the entrance of Cazi Moto. He opened his eyes.
When I walked through a crowd, Memba Sasa zealously kicked everybody out of my royal path. When I started to issue a command, Memba Sasa finished it and amplified it and put a snapper on it. When I came into camp, Memba Sasa saw to it personally that my tent went up promptly and properly, although that was really not part of his "cazi" at all.
They slouched along at his heels, sullen and careless, but when they felt the impact of Kingozi's cold glare, they straightened to attention. Kingozi ran his eye over them. "Where are the other four?" he demanded. "Three are in the shenzis' village. One says he is very tired." "Take Mali-ya-bwana and Cazi Moto. Take the leg chains. Bring that one man before me with the chains on him.
"We must settle down to it. If you want tea or something to eat, tell Cazi Moto." He resumed his stolid demeanour. The dancing continued. Every once in a while women threw armfuls of fuel on the blaze. The tree hyraxes, out-screeched and outnumbered, fell into silence or withdrew. Above the stars shone serenely; and all about stood the trees of the ancient forest.
Kingozi sent Cazi Moto out to kill an abundance of game. They were immensely excited, not at all awestricken, entirely friendly. There was no indication of any desire to rob the hunters. Evidently, Kingozi reflected, they were familiar with firearms by hearsay, and were deeply interested at this first hand experience.
At the doorway of her tent she looked back. Kingozi, his black pipe in his mouth, was bending absorbedly over his map. The Leopard Woman, emerging from her tent shortly after sunup the next morning, saw across the opening her own askaris being drilled by Kingozi, Simba, and Cazi Moto. Evidently the instruction was in rifle fire.
She wrung her hands in despair. "Oh, I know that look of you!" she cried. "You see only down your narrow lane!" That evening Kingozi called to him Cazi Moto, Simba, and Mali-ya-bwana. He commanded them to build a little fire, and when the light from the leaping flames had penetrated his dull vision, he told them to sit down before him. Thus they knew that a serious council was intended.
At the fifth rest period five of the seven men stumbled wearily in; but Cazi Moto and the other two did not appear before Kingozi ordered a resumption of the march. But the mountains had moved near. When this had happened Kingozi could not have told. It was between two rest periods. From an immense discouraging distance, they towered imminent.
He could turn back; he must turn back; and as a corollary the Leopard Woman must turn back with him! He remembered Cazi Moto squatting, undoubtedly horrified to the core. "Cazi Moto, are you there?" "Yes, bwana." "Where has the memsahib gone?" "Into her tent, bwana." "Listen well to me. She has destroyed the medicine. Now we must go back to where Bwana Marefu can come to fix my eyes.
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