"O Allan, Holy Flower there a god, and my mother priestess. If Holy
Flower tired of this land, and want to grow somewhere else, why
priestess not carry it and go too?"
"Capital idea," I said, "but you see, Miss Hope, there are, or were,
two gods, one of which cannot travel."
"Oh! that very easy, too. Put skin of god of the woods on to this
man," and she pointed to Hans, "and who know difference? They like as
two brothers already, only he smaller."
"She's got it! By Jingo, she's got it!" exclaimed Stephen in
admiration.
"What Missie say?" asked Hans, suspiciously.
I told him.
"Oh! Baas," exclaimed Hans, "think of the smell inside of that god's
skin when the sun shines on it. Also the god was a very big god, and I
am small."
Then he turned and made a proposal to Mavovo, explaining that his
stature was much better suited to the job.
"First will I die," answered the great Zulu. "Am I, who have high
blood in my veins and who am a warrior, to defile myself by wrapping
the skin of a dead brute about me and appear as an ape before men?
Propose it to me again, Spotted Snake, and we shall quarrel.
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