(_Nux vomica_) of the forest, which
are sweeter than honey, and are called mangoes; and there are tall
trees, called palms, which bear nuts large as thy head, full of milky
wine, so refreshing when thou art thirsty, that thou wilt recall the
time when thy mother suckled thee, and laughed at the greediness of her
bright, baby boy; and there are numbers of others, which give both fruit
to fill a man's spirit with delight, and others to give perfume, which,
when a man inhales it, his senses become suffused with pleasure; and as
for the vegetables which my fields and gardens furnish, there is nothing
in all ututa, or the lands adjoining, to compare with them. There are
squashes, and pumpkins, and melons, blue and purple egg-plants,
cucumbers, chick-peas, and beans, yams, sweet potatoes, white and yellow
tomatoes, and plaintains, and bananas, and numbers of things thou dost
not dream of. And then my house--ah! there is nothing like it in all
Negro-land; it is as high as the tallest tree, and as large almost as
the great square of thy Tillage, all of white stone; the floors, instead
of being of earth or of sand, are of white stone, smooth and shining as
the stillest, whitest water thou hast ever seen; and the beds are of
down and of finest, whitest cloth, which when thou dost rest thy body
upon them will cause thee to sleep and forget all troubles; and from the
upper doors, which we call windows in Arab land, thine eyes rest upon
the great blue sea, and the laughing wares, which murmur of love, and
beauty, and pleasure all the day. It is to this beautiful home I invite
thee, my brother. It is to these scenes of holy love, and God's beauty,
which He has given to me, that I wish to take thee; and to my dear
mother, who will be to thee as she is to me; who will love thee for what
thou hast done for her child, as she loves her own son; to my beautiful
mother, whose face is as white as yon white cloud, and as beautiful as
the moon, I wish thee to come. Say, Kalulu, wilt thou come, and share
my sweet mother's love with me? Say, wilt thou come, and let me show
thee the wonders of Zanzibar?"

Kalulu answered not; he never ceased sobbing while Selim spoke; he
seemed loth to give the answer in the affirmative, yet he remembered his
promise, and he remembered it was Selim who was asking him a favour. A
few seconds, therefore, passed in this silence; but when it was finally
broken it was by Simba's deep voice, who said:

"Those