Hans and I saw them off
at the Point and our parting was rather sad, although Hans went back
the richer by the ?500 which Stephen had promised him. He bought a
farm with the money, and on the strength of his exploits, established
himself as a kind of little chief. Of whom more later--as they say in
the pedigree books.
Sammy, too, was set up as the proprietor of a small hotel, where he
spent most of his time in the bar dilating to the customers in
magnificent sentences that reminded me of the style of a poem called
"The Essay on Man" (which I once tried to read and couldn't), about
his feats as a warrior among the wild Mazitu and the man-eating,
devil-worshipping Pongo tribes.
Two years or less afterwards I received a letter, from which I must
quote a passage:
"As I told you, my father has given a living which he owns to Mr.
Eversley, a pretty little place where there isn't much for a
parson to do. I think it rather bores my respected parents-in-law.
At any rate, 'Dogeetah' spends a lot of his time wandering about
the New Forest, which is near by, with a butterfly-net and trying
to imagine that he is back in Africa.
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