in the instance of the women, into
a shriek of terror at this spectacle. "The god! the god!" they cried.
"The white boy is the favourite of the god. He has come to save him.
Cut the thongs, set him free! Pray him to forgive us, or we shall all
die. He will send drought and murrain! He will kill our flocks and
herds! He will strike us dead with his lightnings! Not one will
escape!"
A dozen Hottentots rushed up with their knives, and severed the bonds
which held the prisoner. Then lifting him on to their shoulders they
bore him in triumph through the village, the women singing and dancing
round him, until the hut of the chief was reached. There Frank was
placed by his supporters in the seat of honour, while all present
prostrated themselves at his feet, entreating mercy.
The lad was at first too much startled and bewildered to understand what
had happened. He had closed his eyes, expecting every moment to feel
the fatal point, and even when he heard the shouts of the bystanders,
believed it had been raised only because the arrow was on its way. But
Lavie, who knew enough of Hottentot superstitions to understand what had
occurred, hurried up to him, and informing him in a few words what was
the true explanation of this extraordinary change, desired him to take
the beetle from his forehead, where it was still resting, and retain it
in his grasp, but to be extremely careful not to hurt it.
"It is the mantes, Frank," he said, "about which I was telling Ernest
the other day. They believe that it is a god, that it will do them the
most terrible injuries if they offend it, and whomsoever they imagine to
be its favourite, he may issue any commands he pleases, and is sure to
be obeyed. Of course this wonderful deliverance is of God's sending,
and we will thank Him heartily for it; but at present you must go with
them and take the mantes with you."
"What shall I have to do, Charles?" said Frank, who, between
astonishment and joy, could hardly even now understand what was passing.
"What are they going to do with me?"
"They'll want to make you chief very likely; perhaps offer sacrifices in
your honour, and all sorts of extravagances of that kind. Of course you
will refuse to allow any impiety of that description, and will decline
to be made chief; but you had better demand that all our property should
be at once restored to us, and that we should be suffered to depart
without molestation."
"How am I to make
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