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Updated: June 28, 2025
They are in a mortal funk of enveloping movements; but by the time we've rounded 'em up we'll be jolly sick of the show, you mark my words." The return of Bela Moshi and his section diverted Wilmshurst's attention into another channel.
True learning has no other aim than that of reclaiming lost souls; and, in connection with this, Môshi has thus again declared in a parable the all-importance of the human heart. The nameless finger is that which is next to the little finger. The thumb is called the parent-finger; the first finger is called the index; the long is called the middle finger; but the third finger has no name.
It is a folly of old standing too, for it was to that that Môshi pointed when he said that to be cognizant of a deformed finger and ignore the deformities of the soul was to disregard the true order of things. This is what it is, not to distinguish between that which is important and that which is unimportant to pick up a trifle and pass by something of value.
It was warm and insipid, yet it was now free from contamination, and Bela Moshi drank it with avidity. A suspicion of his broad smile flitted across his face as he took the life-giving draught. "You tink me lib for die, sah?" he enquired whimsically. "No fear!" replied Wilmshurst, knowing that to a remarkable degree a "nigger" can control his ability to live or die.
Several minutes passed, but still the German troops failed to debouch from the scrub. A stealthy footstep behind him made the subaltern turn his head. To his surprise he saw Bela Moshi rigged out in the uniform and equipment of one of the captives. "Me give Bosh-bosh de word 'Come on' one time quick, sah," he announced. "Me know how."
It was an exaggeration of speech on the Haussa's part, for the nominal burden of a Coast porter is roughly sixty pounds, but Rupert's weight had decreased from a normal "twelve seven" to a little over seven stones. With the utmost dispatch the patrol remounted. Bela Moshi gave up his steed to "Massa Wimst's brudder" and rode one of the led horses.
Yet, although hit in a vital spot, the animal had covered a distance of nearly fifty yards before collapsing. "One no go," declared Bela Moshi. "Anoder him lib for come plenty quick." "Think so?" remarked the subaltern. "Then don't stand bunched up together extend. Three of you lift Nara Gilul into the shade." Anxiously Wilmshurst examined the brave but unfortunate black.
Of the whole body it is the meanest member: if it be crooked so that we cannot straighten it, it neither hurts nor itches; as Môshi says in the text, it causes no pain; even if we were without it, we should be none the worse off. Hence, what though it should be bent, it would be better, since it causes no pain, to leave it as it is.
"Yes, sir," continued the corporal, "and the Haussa has been muttering while he was coming to. Putting two and two together, so to speak, I fancy he stopped the bullet that grazed our sergeant's ear when we were bringing in the gun." "Ah, yes; Bela Moshi did fall, but he was quickly on his feet again," remarked Wilmshurst.
You have half an hour to make preparations," resumed the C.O. "Take a batman with you a man who can ride well. You will rejoin your battalion at Kossa in three days' time, circumstances permitting." Wilmshurst saluted and withdrew to make his brief preparations. Having given Tari Barl instructions to pack his kit the subaltern sent for Sergeant Bela Moshi.
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