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Updated: May 26, 2025
"You will be headman of the porters; and you, Cazi Moto, will be headman of all the safari, and my own man besides." The Baganda drew himself erect, his face shining. Placing his bare heels together, he raised his hand in a military salute. Kingozi was about to dismiss him, but this arrested his intention. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked sharply.
Cries, shrieks, shouts, yells, and the sound of running to and fro steadily increased in volume. It was a riot. In vain Kingozi called for Cazi Moto and Simba. Finally he grasped his kiboko and started in the direction of the disturbance. The Leopard Woman sprang to his side, and guided him. He laid about him blindly with the kiboko, and in time succeeded in getting some semblance of order.
"A safari comes, bwana," said the latter. "It is across the swamp." Kingozi's figure stiffened. "What kind of a safari?" he asked quietly. The Leopard Woman answered him. There was no note of jubilation in her voice. "It is a white man's safari," she told him. "I can see khaki and they are marching as a white man's safari marches." "Get my glasses," he told Cazi Moto.
A tall middle-aged man, Moto, said that he was with us in the boat in 1859, and he and I remembered the one-eyed man who piloted us. 'I went here also into the houses. Here is a quaint place; many things, not altogether idols, but uncanny, and feared by the people. Women danced in my honour, people gave small presents, &c., but no volunteers.
Before it the usual table had been made of piled-up chop boxes, and to this Cazi Moto was bearing steaming dishes. The threatened headache had not materialized, and Kingozi was feeling quite fit. He was ravenously hungry, for now his system was rested enough to assimilate food. His last meal had been breakfast before sunup of the day before.
And since when has it been permitted that such a kalele be raised in my camp?" pronounced Kingozi coldly. "For attending to such things you are my man; and Simba is my man; and Mali-ya-bwana is my man; and Jack is my man. Because you have done these things I fine you six rupees each one." "Yes, bwana," said Cazi Moto submissively. "These other men what manner of 'lie' do they tell?
Immediately in front of him, and ten feet away, stood the manacled Nubian, with an armed man at either elbow. Behind them, in turn, were grouped silently all the combined safaris. At his own elbows stood Cazi Moto and Simba possibly Mali-ya-bwana. He allowed an impressive wait to ensue. Then abruptly he began his interrogation.
But now from the direction of M'tela's palaces arose a confused murmur that swelled as a multitude drew near. The drums began again. Soon, the Leopard Woman described, torches began to flash through the trees. At the same moment Cazi Moto came to report. "Build up a big fire," commanded Kingozi. He turned to the Leopard Woman. "This is likely to be an all-night session," he said resignedly.
Andante con moto Bedient went directly to the house-number of David Cairns in West Sixty-seventh Street, without telephoning for an appointment. It happened that the time of his arrival was unfortunate.
Bwana Kingozi threw off the carefully calculated listless slouch that had conserved his strength for an unknown goal. His work was not yet done. "Simba," he directed, "go that way, down the river and look for another pool of good water. Take the big rifle." "And I to go in the other direction?" asked Cazi Moto.
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