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Updated: June 14, 2025
Rank after rank in succession appeared: literally thousands. Drums roared and throbbed; and the blowing of innumerable trumpets, fashioned mostly from the horns of oryx and sing-sing, added to the martial ensemble. The members of the safari were gathered in little knots, staring, wide eyed with apprehension. Upon them descended zealous Cazi Moto.
He must take off his clothes, and he must oil his body and paint it, and put on the ornaments of a shenzi of this country. For that purpose he must take with him the necklace, the armlets, anklets, and belt that I traded for with the shenzis, and which Cazi Moto will get from my tent. Do you know the style of painting of these shenzis of the plains, Simba?" "Yes, bwana."
Their guides for there were several indicated the guest houses, and silently disappeared. The safari was alone with its own devices. Kingozi's practical voice broke the slight awe that all this savage magnificence had imposed. "Cazi Moto!" he commanded, "tell me what is here."
A whole world gnawed the finger of astonishment when it heard and understood what had taken place between us. In short, we referred our dispute to the cazi, and agreed to abide by his equitable decree: That the judge of the Mussulmans, or faithful, might bring about a peace, and discriminate for us between the poor and rich.
After having noted our physiognomies, and listened to our statements, the cazi rested his chin on the breast of deliberation; and, after due consideration, raised it, and said: "Be it known to you, who were lavish in your praise of the rich, and spoke disparagingly of the poor, that there is no rose without its thorn; intoxication from wine is followed by a qualm; hidden treasure has its guardian dragon; where the imperial pearl is found, there swims the man-devouring shark; the honey of worldly enjoyment has the sting of death in its rear; and between us and the felicity of Paradise stands a frightful demon, namely, Satan.
He had very much the air of a man sauntering idly about a museum, with all the time in the world on his hands, and nowhere much to go. Simba and Cazi Moto remained near the gate. The Leopard Woman, not knowing what else to do, trailed after him. This continued for some time. At last her impatience overcame her. "I suppose I may talk," said she resentfully. "How much longer must this go on?
For a moment he examined it contemplatively, aroused himself with an apparent effort, and began to separate it into four piles. He did not handle the meat himself, but silently indicated each portion with his kiboko, and Simba or Cazi Moto swiftly laid it aside.
Simba, get me the hand irons and the leg irons. Guard this man. To-morrow we will look into it." He turned away without waiting to see his commands carried out. "I've got a beastly headache," he remarked to Bibi-ya-chui. "This affair this whole affair will keep. Cazi Moto, I want two men with guns my men to stand by my tent, one in front, one in the rear."
I wanted you to do something for me read a label, as a matter of fact and it never occurred to me that I might bring the label to you. Cazi Moto, go get my box of medicines." "I do not quite understand," replied the Leopard Woman. "What is it you would have me do?" "Read a label on a bottle." "Why is it you do not read it yourself?" "My eyes do not focus well this morning."
The very sun seemed to have abated its African fierceness, and to have become mild. Some of these things Kingozi learned from Cazi Moto; some from the Leopard Woman; each after his kind. About a half-mile away a number of warriors in single file walked across the wide valley and disappeared in the forest to the left. They carried heavy spears and oval shields painted in various designs.
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