Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
Five minutes' walk along the wide, main street led us to the northern gate of Rica Town. Here we found the Kalubi himself with an escort of thirty men armed with spears; I noted that unlike the Mazitu they had no bows and arrows.
Is it not so, O Kalubi of to-day, you without a finger?" and he laughed mockingly. The Kalubi, who was lying on his stomach, groaned and trembled, but made no other answer. "So all has come about as I foresaw," went on the toad-like creature.
Never more would the Kalubis of Pongo-land shiver out their lives at the feet of this dreadful divinity who soon or late must become their executioner, for I believe, with the exception of two who committed suicide through fear, that no Kalubi was ever known to have died except by the hand or teeth of the god. What would I not give to know that brute's history?
"I say, O King, that I went once to Pongo-land when I was young, taken by the hair of my head, to leave an eye there and that I do not wish to visit it again walking on the soles of my feet." "It seems, O Komba, that since none of my people are willing to act as envoys, if there is to be talk of peace between us, the Motombo and the Kalubi must come here under safe conduct."
"We had better try to find out," I remarked practically, though I am sure I sympathised with his suspense, and started down the slope at a run. In five minutes or less we reached the foot of it, and, breathless and perspiring though we were, began to search amongst the reeds and bushes growing at the edge of the lake for the canoe of which we had been told by the Kalubi. What if there were none?
On the first occasion the god which always accompanied the priest to the garden and back again, would show animosity by roaring at him. On the second he would seize his hand and bite off one of the fingers, as happened to our Kalubi, a wound that generally caused death from blood poisoning.
"If you have anything to say, you must say it to all of us, or leave it unsaid, since these lords and I are one, and that which I hear, they hear." "Can I trust them?" muttered the Kalubi. "As you can trust me. Therefore speak, or go. Yet, first, can we be overheard in this hut?" "No, Dogeetah. The walls are thick.
Now, say the Motombo and the Kalubi, in the place of war let there be peace; where there is but barren sand, there let corn and flowers grow; let the darkness, wherein men lose their way and die, be changed to pleasant light in which they can sit in the sun holding each other's hands." "Hear, hear!" I muttered, quite moved by this eloquence.
He tried to search our faces, but luckily the great moon, now almost at her full, was hidden behind a thick cloud, so that he could not read them well. I heard him sigh in relief as he said: "The Kalubi and the head men are cooking a sheep; it is their custom to feast together on those nights when the moon is about to change. Follow me, white lords."
"Do you understand," he gasped, "do you understand that you are asking for the gods of my country?" "Quite," replied Brother John with calmness; "for the gods of your country nothing more nor less." The Kalubi made as though he would fly from the hut, but I caught him by the arm and said: "See, friend, things are thus.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking