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Updated: May 26, 2025
"That is the matter," he said, pointing to a man mounted on a rough pony who just then appeared from behind some bushes about half a mile away, galloping down the slope towards the plain. "He is one of the scouts of Simba, King of the Black Kendah, and he goes to Simba's town in yonder forest to make report of our arrival.
The common porters were indeed shenzis wild men picked up from jungle and veldt as they were needed; and not at all of the professional porter class to be had at Mombasa; Nairobi, Dar-es-salaam, or Zanzibar. Simba's eyes passed over them contemptuously, but rested with more interest on the smaller body of askaris, headmen, and gun bearers.
But the possession of the magic bone gave him a confidence from outside himself. For the time being he slipped genuinely into the attitude of the white man; became a super-Simba, as it were. This dignity and sureness commenced to have its effect. Almost they began to believe that Simba's words might be true! At three o'clock the battle closed in. "My men need potio" said Simba.
And yet, such is the strength of the imagination, I think that on the whole I should have preferred the object underneath naked and unadorned. For instance, I have forgotten to say that the heads of those of the White Kendah who had fallen in the fight had been set up on poles in front of Simba's house. They were unpleasant to contemplate, but to my mind not so unpleasant as that pot.
For upward of a mile the hunters encountered nothing but a few dik-dik and steinbuck tiny grass antelope, too small for the purpose. Then a shift of wind brought to them a medley of sound a great persistent barking of zebras supplying the main volume. At the same time they saw, over a distant slight rise, a cloud of dust. Simba's eyes were gleaming. "Game! Much game there, bwana!" he cried.
"Where?" asked Kingozi, who knew by long experience that Simba's sharp eyes had noted the smallest particular of the beast's behaviour when the bullet landed, and thence had already deduced its location. Without removing his eyes, Simba indicated with his forefinger a shot about midway of the ribs.
He did not even trouble to place himself in a better defensive attitude against possible attack. His confidence in his magic bone was growing to sublimity as he noted how efficiently it carried him through every crisis. All over the camp the porters, startled, leaped to their feet. But at the headmen's fire no one moved. They would ordinarily have been afraid neither of Simba nor Simba's weapons.
Kill yourself, or if that does not please you, suffer me to kill you? Or shoot on until you must surrender?" "I have nothing to shoot with any more," I answered. "But if we surrender, what will happen to us?" "We shall be taken to Simba's town and there sacrificed to the devil Jana I have not time to tell you how. Therefore I propose to kill myself."
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