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That is what he said, and I only hope that he was right, since at
present there is something very wrong with the world, especially in
Africa.
Also we blame the blind savage for many things, but on the balance are
we so much better, considering our lights and opportunities? Oh! the
truth is that the devil--a very convenient word that--is a good
fisherman. He has a large book full of flies of different sizes and
colours, and well he knows how to suit them to each particular fish.
But white or black, every fish takes one fly or the other, and then
comes the question--is the fish that has swallowed the big gaudy lure
so much worse or more foolish than that which has fallen to the
delicate white moth with the same sharp barb in its tail?
In short, are we not all miserable sinners as the Prayer Book says,
and in the eye of any judge who can average up the elemental
differences of those waters wherein we were bred and are called upon
to swim, is there so much to choose between us? Do we not all need
those outstretched Hands of Mercy which I saw in my dream?
But there, there! What right has a poor old hunter to discuss things
that are too high for him?
CHAPTER XV
THE MOTOMBO
After my dream I went to sleep again, till I was finally aroused by a
strong ray of light hitting me straight in the eye.
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