Here I may remark that
while we were among the Mazitu we lived like fighting cocks. There was
none of that starvation which is, or was, so common in East Africa
where the traveller often cannot get food for love or money--generally
because there is none.
When this business was settled by my sending a message of thanks to
the king with an intimation that we hoped to wait upon him on the
morrow with a few presents, I went to seek Sammy in order to tell him
to kill and cook the sheep. After some search I found, or rather heard
him beyond a reed fence which divided two of the huts. He was acting
as interpreter between Stephen Somers and Mavovo.
"This Zulu man declares, Mr. Somers," he said, "that he quite
understands everything you have been explaining, and that it is
probable that we shall all be butchered by this savage Bausi, if we
cannot tell him when the white man, Dogeetah, whom he loves, will
arrive here. He says also that he thinks that by his magic he could
learn when this will happen--if it is to happen at all--(which of
course, Mr.
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