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Updated: May 11, 2025
In a few minutes more the swift darkness would fall. After delivering the astonishing volley the troops wheeled and under Kingozi's guidance proceeded down the forest path to the great clearing. It was the close of a long, hard day, but under the scrutinizing eyes of these thousands of proud shenzis the Sudanese stepped forth jauntily. Camping places were designated.
These shenzis eat what?" "Food is ready, bwana." "I will eat. Then we must make shauri with these people to get our loads. My men must rest to-day." "Come, bwana," said Cazi Moto. Kingozi stooped to pass through the door. When he straightened outside, he paused in amazement. Before him stood his camp, intact.
On learning from our boys that these were some of the shenzis, we told them to bring the savages in for a shauri; but in this our men failed, nor could they themselves get nearer than fifty yards or so to the wild people. So until evening our impression remained that of two distant men, and the indistinct sound of voices behind a leafy screen.
"I used again the magic bone," replied Simba. "Simba, you jewel!" cried Kingozi in English, "you've saved the day! I should think shenzis did like these things! And oh, haven't I needed them! You old tar-baby, you!" And Simba replied as usual to this incomprehensible gibberish with his own full stock of English: "Yes, suh!" "You have done well, very well," Kingozi shifted to Swahili.
Simba appeared leading a downcast askari in irons. Kingozi waved his hand toward those waiting in the sun; and the new captive made the ninth. "Now, Simba, go to the village of these shenzis. Tell the other three askaris to come; and at once. Do not return without them." Simba, whose fierce soul all this delighted beyond expression, started off joyfully, trailed by a posse of his own choosing.
"Yes, bwana, and then?" "This is the most difficult. You must get hold of Bwana Nyele, and you must tie him fast also, and keep him from his safari. He is a m'zungu , yes but he is a Duyche, and my enemy, and these things are right, because I command it." "Yes, bwana." "Then you must keep Bwana Nyele and these two shenzis close in camp, hidden where their safari cannot find them.
One of these individuals wore a red label he had, with patience and difficulty, removed from one of our trunks. He had pasted it on his forehead; and it read "Baggage Room. Not Wanted." These people are, after all, but modified shenzis. The modification is nearly always in the direction of the comic. Now we step up to a class that would resent being called shenzis as it would resent an insult.
"Let ten loads be put aside, and let ten of these shenzis be told to carry them where I shall say." But the headman leaped to his feet. "Who are you to give orders?" he cried. "These things belong to my white man." "Your white man is my property," replied Simba superbly; and with no further parley he shot the headman dead. Here indeed showed the super-Simba.
"These shenzis are good?" meaning friendly. "Bwana, the sultani of these people is a great lord. He has many people, and much riches. He has told, his people to come with me. He prepares the guest house for you." "Tired, Simba?" "It has been a long path since sunup, bwana. But I had water, and the people gave me potio and meat. I am strong."
Let us now follow Simba, Mali-ya-bwana, and their six men and the two strange shenzis who were to act as guides. They started off across the veldt at about four o'clock of the afternoon and travelled rapidly until dark. The gait they took was not a run, but it got them over the ground at four and a half to five miles an hour.
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