Don't tell me, Baas, that I made a coward of
myself and swallowed that beastliness--if you knew what it was made of
you would understand, Baas--for nothing but a bad headache. Don't tell
me that Dogeetah came when my eyes were not open to see him, and worst
of all, that Imbozwi and his children were tied to those poles when I
was not able to help them out of the bottle of tears into the fire
that burns for ever and ever. Oh! it is too much, and I swear, Baas,
that however often I have to die, henceforward it shall always be with
my eyes open," and holding his aching head between his hands he rocked
himself to and fro in bitter grief.
Well might Hans be sad, seeing that he never heard the last of the
incident. The hunters invented a new and gigantic name for him, which
meant "The little-yellow-mouse-who-feeds-on-sleep-while-the-black-
rats-eat-up-their-enemies." Even Sammy made a mock of him, showing him
the spoils which he declared he had wrenched unaided from the mighty
master of magic, Imbozwi. As indeed he had--after the said Imbozwi was
stone dead at the stake.
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