ng for
me; Simba and Moto have wives and children. If Kalulu permits us to go,
would it be well for us to remain here?"

"Ah! poor Katalambula is dead, he has been but just buried; and now
Selim wants to go away, and leave me. What evil spirit is this, that
makes me suffer so? What have I done, that all should leave me? Why
should I suffer, when all other men are happy? I wish I were in
Katalambula's place, and he in mine. Thou wilt not want to go at once,
Selim, wilt thou? Surely, thou wilt have pity upon me, and remain a few
moons longer; then I myself--though I know I shall die--will take thee
with a thousand warriors to where thou wilt find thyself safe, and among
thy friends."

"Oh, Kalulu, I did not mean to go away at once. I meant after one moon.
Wilt thou not let me go after one moon, my brother? Think of my poor
mother, what she must suffer all this time! It is this that makes me
wish I had the wings of an eagle, to fly to her, and tell her how safe
and happy I have been with thee. It is this only which could make me
wish to leave thee so soon after thy great loss."

"Then, Selim, let it be as thou wilt. Kalulu has not the bad heart to
keep a son from a mother; sooner would his own heart burst in his own
body, than my brother should suffer. Thou hast said thou hadst intended
to have gone to Rua for ivory and slaves. No need to go so far. I have
here two hundred of the Arabs' people Ferodia took at Ewikuru. They
shall be thine, and each man shall be loaded with ivory, one hundred of
which shall be thy portion, and the other hundred for Moto, and Simba,
and Abdullah. Art thou satisfied?"

"Satisfied!" said Selim, in a wondering tone.--"Satisfied! I should be
worse than dead clay, if I were not. Nay, thy kindness must have some
reward; for the same Sky-spirit which has touched thy heart with soft
kindness towards me, has now touched mine: I shall stay two moons with
thee, and I then shall ask thee to let me go. But thou art so good,
Kalulu; I shall never meet thy like again, when I depart from thee," and
Selim wept grateful tears, as he threw himself upon the neck of the
noble young savage, while Abdullah, in a transport of joy, kissed the
generous chief's feet; nor was Simba or Moto backward in expressing
their admiration of Kalulu's generosity.

They spent many hours together, until late in the night, consulting
about what should be done in the meantime, and how a new amusement
should b