As Brother John said,
any museum would have been glad to purchase it for hundreds of pounds,
for I do not suppose that its like exists in the world. But it was too
heavy; all I could do was to impress its peculiarities upon my mind by
a close study of the mighty bones. Also I picked out of the upper
right arm, and kept the bullet I had fired when it carried off the
Kalubi. This I found had sunk into and shattered the bone, but without
absolutely breaking it.
On we went again bearing with us the god's skin, having first stuffed
the head, hands and feet (these, I mean the hands and feet, had been
cleaned out by the ants) with wet moss in order to preserve their
shape. It was no light burden, at least so declared Brother John and
Hans, who bore it between them upon a dead bough from the fallen tree.
Of the rest of our journey to the water's edge there is nothing to
tell, except that notwithstanding our loads, we found it easier to
walk down that steep mountain side than it had been to ascend the
same. Still our progress was but slow, and when at length we reached
the burying-place only about an hour remained to sunset.
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