It is humiliating to have to add that the only one of our company who
seemed to move them to wonder or interest was Hans. His extremely ugly
and wrinkled countenance, it was clear, did appeal to them to some
extent, perhaps because they had never seen anything in the least like
it before, or perhaps for another reason which the reader may guess in
due course.
At any rate, I heard one of them, pointing to Hans, ask Komba whether
the ape-man was our god or only our captain. The compliment seemed to
please Hans, who hitherto had never been looked on either as a god or
a captain. But the rest of us were not flattered; indeed, Mavovo was
indignant, and told Hans outright that if he heard any more such talk
he would beat him before these people, to show them that he was
neither a captain nor a god.
"Wait till I claim to be either, O butcher of a Zulu, before you
threaten to treat me thus!" ejaculated Hans, indignantly. Then he
added, with his peculiar Hottentot snigger, "Still, it is true that
before all the meat is eaten (i.
Pages:
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366