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At about 3 A.M. the lowing of cattle was heard, as though Kabba Rega's cows were being driven off. A little after 5 A.M. I got up, and went out at daybreak to visit the sick within the fort. I found Monsoor waiting by my door. The emetics had counteracted the poison, and my patients, although weakly, were quite out of danger.
Monsoor took his rifle, and accompanied by a corporal, Ferritch Baggara, one of the best soldiers of the "Forty Thieves," started on his mission. Matonse's house, as already described, was within 200 yards of the government divan.
To give him confidence, I went to see him unattended, except by Lieutenant Baker and my ever-faithful attendant, Monsoor, who did not at all approve of my going unarmed. The conversation quickly turned upon guns. Kabba Rega was delighted with the mechanism of Monsoor's snider rifle, which he at once understood and explained to his body-guard.
"Yes," he replied. "Would you like to drink some that you brought from Kabba Rega, this evening?" "Yes, if you have any to spare," replied Umbogo. I ordered Monsoor to fill a gourd-shell that would contain about a quart. This was handed to him, together with a reed. Umbogo began to suck it vigorously through the tube. My wife thought he was shamming. "Drink it off, Umbogo!" I exclaimed.
Their granaries were overflowing, while mine were empty. I had many thousand cattle in addition to all kinds of merchandise. I desired fair dealing, which would give satisfaction to all parties. They simply shouted a derisive reply, coupled with most disgusting and insulting language. "Won't you have a shot, sir, at that fellow on the rock?" said my shadow, Monsoor, who was always at my elbow.
Well" he sighed "I'm glad to have done one thing without bungling." "And the other young lady also most beautiful but too hungry too skim you understand?" "Slim, if you please, Monsoor. You'll be talking about slim milk next! But to be serious, it is a case where one can only hope for the best. There was never a finer young man than Mr.
The two good men, Shooli and Gimoro, who were daily visitors, assured me that there was only one feeling throughout the country, of gratitude and good-will. This was a great reward to me for the many difficulties we had undergone; but now that the calm days of peace had arrived, I looked back with keen regret upon the good men that I had lost, especially to the memory of poor Monsoor.
This fun had continued for some hours, and I rejoiced that all hearts seemed to have at length united in the work. I had no fanatics with me. The black officers were excellent fellows now that they were relieved from a certain influence at head-quarters. Abd-el-Kader was as true as gold. Monsoor was a Christian, and my "Forty Thieves" were stanch, brave fellows who would go through fire.
There is a sensation of panic in the race. Miss Bingham came to town with a very swollen "comedy-drama," called "Mademoiselle Marni," from the pen of a "monsoor," programmed as Henri Dumay said to be an American "monsoor" at that. This actress affects French plays for reasons that have never been explained, and that certainly do not appear.
For several days we lived upon sparrows, which Monsoor shot by sprinkling corn upon the ground and firing into the assembled flock of hundreds. The country was swarming with these small birds, which are no doubt delicacies; but if you have a good appetite they are a little too light on the stomach.
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