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in which men of his own kind bore up a delicate, pale prodigy, an incredible creature from another aeon or planet. He was a wizened, old man with shreds of white wool on his chin. His eyeballs were tinctured with yellow. His right shoulder was a mass of long-healed scars from the claws and teeth of some beast. Behind him, against a solid wall of his people, young girls with shaved heads, awe-stricken, held gourds of beer as pink as coral and as thick as gruel. The village headman revealed the news of the wilds, which had been transmitted from tribe to tribe by native travelers, or by the far-carrying beat of wooden gongs. A safari, passing to the north, had penetrated the land of the Mambava. In that safari there were two white men and many askaris. They had now journeyed through the forests of the people of Muene-Motapa. They were in the granite gorges of the waterfalls. He pointed toward where the floating mountains rose in a peak that was lightly silvered with snow. Parr, on the Muscat donkey, looking more haggard than ever in the sunshine, demanded: "Is it the white man who is called the Bwana Bangana?" That was the name that had accompanied the news. The safari marched faster than before, toward the exalted masses that trembled behind the heat. They emerged upon rolling plains remotely dotted with herds of zebras and antelope. In the blinding sky they saw kites, buzzards, and crows, rising from the carcasses that had been left half devoured by noctambulant beasts of prey. At nightfall the lightning flashed above the mountains in yellow sheets or rosy zigzags. Thunder rolled out across the plain in majestic detonations. Lilla, watching the storm from the doorway of her tent, told herself that he, too, must hear these sounds; that she had come near enough to share with him at any rate this sensation--unless her dread had already been realized, and he had sunk into a sleep from which even such noises could not wake him. Hamoud appeared at her side. He quoted from the _Uncreated Book_: "He showeth you the lightning, a source of awe and hope." Her heart swelled; she turned to that fervent, handsome face beneath the turban a look of peculiar tenderness like a sword thrust, and responded in liquid tones: "What should I have done without you?" CHAPTER LVII Lawrence Teck was not in the gorges of the waterfalls. While marching in through the lowlands he had been seized with
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