But there was no help for it, so we pushed off as quickly as
we could, leaving the albinos weeping and wailing upon the bank.
I confess that I, too, felt compunction at abandoning them thus, but
what could we do? I only trust that no harm came to them, but of
course we never heard anything as to their fate.
On the further side of the lake we hid away the canoe in the bushes
where we had found it, and began our march. Stephen and Mavovo, being
the two strongest among us, now carried the plant, and although
Stephen never murmured at its weight, how the Zulu did swear after the
first few hours! I could fill a page with his objurgations at what he
considered an act of insanity, and if I had space, should like to do
so, for really some of them were most amusing. Had it not been for his
friendship for Stephen I think that he would have thrown it down.
We crossed the Garden of the god, where Mrs. Eversley told me the
Kalubi must scatter the sacred seed twice a year, thus confirming the
story that we had heard.
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