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ither. Every thought, and moan, and cry speaks of it. For ever present is the fearful sight of death; it is in this stagnant, oppressive air which I breathe; and the tomb which God has raised above my head--in these lofty columns, bearing far up their leafy roof--I see. "Fit tomb for an Arab chief's son. A sultan of the Arab tribes might envy me mine. But where are the mourners? There should be my kindred weeping hot tears over Selim's early death. My mother, with her maids, should be present to wash my limbs ere shrouding them with snowy shash [fine bleached domestic, or cotton cloth]. There should be my playfellows to chant a dirge over my early departure from this life; and the holy Imam to repeat the prayers for the dead. There should be my kinsmen to dig my grave, and women to weep. But I am alone, to die without bidding farewell to my friends,--to die without taking with me to that other world that last enduring look of love from all who esteemed me, which must ever thrill the souls of those who leave sympathising friends behind. Then come and welcome, cruel, cruel Death; wreak thy will on me; my limbs are already chained to that earth of which they are a portion; thou hast hedged me around with thy terrors and affrighted my soul long enough; thou hast advanced and receded, as though it were child's play; I have alternately felt strong and faint, felt brave and weak. I may not balk thee longer! "Farewell, happy island, with thy purling streams, thy orange-groves, thou home of my happy childhood, home of my kindred! "Farewell, thou solemn earth; ay, bend thine head with shame for the frown with which thou hast regarded thy innocent child! "Farewell, thou monster Death! Thou tyrant! I am conquered; and I--I must--yield. I come, father, dear fa-ther!" CHAPTER SEVEN. FERODIA'S TRIUMPHAL APPROACH--HIS RECEPTION BY KATALAMBULA--THE KING PRAISES FERODIA--ABDULLAH IS GIVEN TO KALULU--ABDULLAH MEETS WITH SIMBA AND MOTO--KALULU'S PLAN OF SEARCH FOR SELIM--A GUN FOUND--SELIM FOUND-- THE SENSELESS FORM OF SELIM CARRIED TO THE VILLAGE--SELIM RECOVERS-- KALULU FRATERNISES WITH SELIM--KALULU'S FRIENDSHIP FOR SELIM. On the twenty-ninth day after the battle of Kwikuru, Ferodia, the chief of the Watuta, made his triumphant entrance to Katalambula's village. Messengers had arrived the night before at the King's house to announce the approach of the victorious chief; and when next morning, near noon,
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