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Updated: June 17, 2025
They were cooking, but at the same time the two whom Winkleman recognized as leaders conferred earnestly and at great length. Had he been at their elbows he would have heard the following: "The magic of this bone is a very great magic," Simba was saying. "All happened exactly as Bwana Kingozi told us. Now is the fifth day.
"But that would throw the prehistoric Libyan and Hamitic migrations farther to the west than " "Pre-cisely!" interrupted Winkleman. "What sort of people were they? Did they show Hamitic characteristics particularly? or did they incline to the typical prognathous, short- legged, stealopygous type of the Bushmen?" But Winkleman reverted abruptly to his narrative. "That is a long discussion to make.
Simba started away, still pointing. Winkleman followed a few steps. "There is more?" he asked. "Do you speak Swahili?" "Many more, bwana," Simba replied in the atrocious Swahili Kingozi had ordered. "Over there only a little distance." Everything turned out as Kingozi had promised. Bwana Nyele asked several more questions, received no replies, finally bellowed: "But lead me there, m'buzi!
Within herself she was listening and waiting listening for the first sound of shod feet, wailing for the moment when Winkleman should see fit to declare himself and end the suspense. So high was this inner tension that she fairly jumped from her chair as a demoniac shrieking wail burst from the forest near at hand. It was answered farther away. Other voices took up the cry.
"Winkleman read the labels on my bottles," he said sternly. "I have simply used the pilocarpin." "The pilocarpin! But that was destroyed!" So unmistakably genuine was her cry of amazement that Kingozi's heart leaped with joy. She had not known! He took a step toward the couch. But at this moment a wild hullabaloo broke out in the camp. Men yelled and shouted. Some one began to blow a horn.
The early watches passed quietly. A second sentinel replaced the first. Up to this time Winkleman had slept quietly. Now he began to shift position often, to twist and turn, finally to groan softly. The sentinel came to the end of the banda and looked in. To him Bwana Nyele raised a face so ghastly that even the half-savage porter was startled.
It had gone from my mind. It is a curious type; I do not quite recognize. Let me see it." But Simba was replacing carefully the talisman in its wrappings. He had no mind to deliver the magic into other hands perhaps to be used against himself! They led Winkleman directly to Kingozi's camp. Winkleman followed, looking always curiously about him. His was the true scientific mind.
"I agree with you; you are probably right," said Kingozi at last, driven by sheer desperation to the endorsement of he knew not what scientific heresy. Winkleman snorted heavily in triumph, and returned the bone to a vastly relieved Simba. Kingozi interposed in haste before the introduction of a new topic. "Undoubtedly you will wish to see the palace of M'tela," said he with deep wile.
At the first mouthful he threw down his knife and fork, and pushed his plate from him. "What's the matter?" inquired his wife. "You didn't trust Bridget to cook this, I hope?" was the response. "What ails it?" Mrs. Winkleman's eyes were filling with tears. "Oh! it's of no consequence," answered Mr. Winkleman, coldly; "anything will do for me." "James!"
"Now here is what I have said," he spoke aloud. "See. By this curve " He broke off, staring curiously into Kingozi's face. The latter sat apparently looking out across the hills, paying no attention to the fact that Winkleman had thrust the bone fairly under his nose. The pause that ensued became noticeable. Kingozi stirred uneasily, turning his eyes in the direction of the scientist.
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