is one day like a bird, with white wings; the next he is like a big
raven. One day he is a roaring lion, another day he is like a leopard.
The Mganga calls unto him with his medicine and gourd, and he either
makes us strong in war, or gives us abundance of cloth, beads, and
elephant teeth. He kills us, if he is angry, with a bad disease; sends
strong tribes, and stirs their hearts against us, while he makes our
hearts faint and our arms weak; but he never lies. When a good magic
doctor asks him he always answers, and his words come to pass."

After another pause, Kalulu continued once more. "Thou sayest that thy
Sky-spirit made thee and me, and all men. Perhaps he did make thee and
the Arabs, for thou and they are white; but he did not make the Warori
or the Watuta. We are black, born of black mothers, and sired by black
fathers. Hast thou seen the kidling by the side of its dam? or the
young fawn frisking by the side of its mother? Even as the kidling and
the young fawn came to this world, came the children of the Watuta and
Warori. Thou didst tell me once that the good Arabs go when they die to
a beautiful place called Paradise. Perhaps they do, for they are white,
and have been favoured by thy Sky-spirit. But good or bad, Warori and
Watuta, when they die, go to the ground, into the deep grave, and there
are no more words from them, because they have no breath; they are
ended. That is what the magic doctors, and those who know, have told
me, and there is no untruth in what I say."

"Oh! Kalulu, my brother, thou art now like those who cannot see,
because there is no light in their eyes, or like those who do not hear,
because their ears are stopped. There is no doubt that God, the
Sky-spirit, made the sky like a curtain round about us, and that He made
the earth like a bed spread out for us to live in, and, though thou art
black, He made thee as well as He made me--He made the birds, the trees,
the rocks, the valleys, and the hills; He hath caused the rain to fall
in its proper season, and all the fruits and corn of the earth to grow
for us, each in its own good time. There is no lie in all this, it is
truth as clear as yon mountains. Thou art now like a child in the
knowledge of these things, but when thou wilt reach Zanzibar, and shall
have learnt our language, thou wilt know the truth of what I speak. Thy
mind is now like the troubled clouds of the morning, which are yet dark
and gloomy, but through