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Updated: June 23, 2025
In any case he was overdue to die, but hitherto his amazing resolution, and that terrible strength of character that so astounded his porters, had kept him alive and moved his safari on.
The safari remained encamped at this spot all the next day, and the day succeeding. Natives came into camp, at first only the men, hesitatingly; then the women. A brisk little trade sprang up for yams, bananas, m'wembe meal, eggs, and milk.
He has read of the amount of game that the authors have killed and of the narrow escapes that they have had. He also has read about expeditions into districts with strange names, but naturally these names have meant nothing to him. I know that I read reams of African stuff about big game shooting and about safari, yet in spite of all that, I remained in the dark as to many details of such a life.
And no fear about the interest and cupidity! The "magic" bone Kingozi had confided to Simba was a fragment of a Pleistocene fossil. Kingozi himself valued it highly, but he hoped and expected to get it back. It made excellent bait, which no scientist could resist. Of course there might be a second white man with Winkleman, but from the reported size of the latter's safari he thought not.
They reported that they had left the safari not far back. Our hopes of supper and blankets rose. They declined, however, with the gathering darkness, and were replaced by wrath against the faithless ones. Memba Sasa, in spite of his long day, took a gun and disappeared in the darkness.
He does not need askaris to guard him in this country. And where can he get potio for so many?" "Hullo!" cried Kingozi, surprised. "This is not porter's talk; this is headman's talk!" "In my own country I am headman of many people," replied Mali-ya-bwana with a flash of pride. "Yet you carry my tent load." But Mali-ya-bwana made no reply, fixing his fierce eyes on the distant crawling safari.
Wass' party had gone on into the valley. When Vye turned his head to look down the slope he could see nothing of them. They must have tried to push on to the lake. The flitter was at the top of the cliff, as far out of his reach now as if it were in planetary orbit. There was only the hope that a rescue party from the safari camp might come.
The Colonel's horse was a faster walker than the others and slowly he forged ahead. Little by little the safari began to string out along the road until wide spaces grew between the ox-wagons, with the porters straggling after them a mile behind. A change had come over the valley since we had seen it last. The land was whiter beneath the blazing sunshine and the dust lay thicker in the road.
Verne's service, and then back across the ocean into this place?" "Mektoub," he vouchsafed, after lowering his eyes so that she should not see the flames in them. "And why not, since none can hope to escape his destiny? We this whole safari are here in the palm of God's hand. None knows what God has prepared for us; yet every footprint that we make has been marked before our feet."
Kingozi called up Simba and began to question him. "You say the water is four hours' march?" "Yes, bwana." "Four hours for you, or four hours for laden men?" "The safari can go in four hours, bwana." "Is there game there?" "No, bwana. It is a guarded water, and there is no game." Kingozi considered. "Very well. I want six men. Before the march we must get meat."
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