nd witch-doctor; raised dim fears and forebodings.

At length a strange sound rang out on the still hot air. The signal,
Sakamata explained, that Eyes-in-the-hands would receive his guests.
Leaving Bakuma squatted in the lethargy which appeared to be habitual to
her now, the three slowly mounted the sacred hill, marvelling greatly at
the black triangle of the roof of the new temple, gazing with veiled
suspicion at the gleaming brass fittings of the coughing monster in the
great gate, and eyeing uneasily the double lines of uniformed devils,
their bayonets flaming in the sun, who were drawn up outside the green
palace of Eyes-in-the-hands.

On each side of the tent door stood the two tallest men in the companies,
coal-black forms which towered above the slighter build of the Wongolo, as
rigid and as silent as trees. Through this terrifying guard walked
Sakamata leading his two compatriots, already startled and impressed.
Immediately within Sakamata fell upon his knees. Before them at the end of
the tent sat zu Pfeiffer in the full dress of his regiment, plumed helmet,
blazoned uniform and sword; and beside him, erect, the two sergeants
Schultz and Ludwig in full parade uniform. Above them was a blaze of red,
white and black and in the midst another splash of colour. But before this
vision had penetrated their brains, had risen the voice of Sakamata
bidding them to kneel likewise. Bewildered and awed they obeyed. Then came
a voice saying:

"Rise, approach, O chiefs!"

Accordingly they arose and following Sakamata, advanced and squatted,
their eyes dominated and held by those myriad gleams of magic "eyes" on
hands and wrists. Then the interpreter, standing at attention, spoke this
harangue tonelessly:

"Greeting and welcome, children of the Banana! Eyes-in-the-hands who is
known to the people where the sun rises as the Eater-of-Men, hath come
from afar, the messenger of a greater than he, the Lord of the World, the
Earthquake, the World Trembler, who eats up what he pleases, whose eyes
see all things, whose sword slays all things, whose breath is the rain,
whose voice is the thunder, whose teeth are the lightning, whose frown is
the earthquake, whose smile is the sun, whose ear is the moon, whose eyes
are the stars, whose body is the world! Look upon one soul of him which he
hath sent that ye may worship and know him!"

Zu Pfeiffer raised the jewelled hand above his shoulder as the man ceased.
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