"What, Mr. Quatermain," asked Sammy between his tears, "is the use of
dressing viands that our systems will never have time to thoroughly
assimilate?"
The first night passed somehow, and so did the next day and the next
night which heralded our last morning. I got up quite early and
watched the sunrise. Never, I think, had I realised before what a
beautiful thing the sunrise is, at least not to the extent I did now
when I was saying good-bye to it for ever. Unless indeed there should
prove to be still lovelier sunrises beyond the dark of death! Then I
went into our hut, and as Stephen, who had the nerves of a rhinoceros,
was still sleeping like a tortoise in winter, I said my prayers
earnestly enough, mourned over my sins which proved to be so many that
at last I gave up the job in despair, and then tried to occupy myself
by reading the Old Testament, a book to which I have always been
extremely attached.
As a passage that I lit on described how the prophet Samuel for whom I
could not help reading "Imbozwi," hewed Agag in pieces after Bausi--I
mean Saul--had relented and spared his life, I cannot say that it
consoled me very much.
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