road on which caravans journeyed to
Unyanyembe?

After he had gone many miles through the forest, Selim began to retrace
his steps towards the camp, but still shouting the beloved name of
"Kalulu;" but there was no reply to it, and sorrow, alarm, and gloom
settled down on his heart, and in this state he reached the camp, a
little before noon, to wait the arrival of Simba and Moto.

His friends soon returned, as unsuccessful as he, without having seen
the slightest trace of him whom they now began to lament as a lost
friend.

The sorrows of Kalulu's friends were deep. Selim wept copious tears,
and all his imagination could not lighten the gloom he felt over the
fate of his friend and adopted brother, who had been so good to him; no
fancy could alleviate for one instant the overwhelming misery that the
unexplained absence of Kalulu now caused. Continually he asked himself
what could have befallen him, but all in vain. He had gone away in the
full vigour of his youth; his lithe, slender, but sinewy form seemed so
indurated and so protected against all mischances by the clever head to
plan, the muscular arm to execute, and the clean-shaped limbs and swift
feet to run, that he appeared invulnerable. And he had gone away
smiling, but since then there was no clue, and his imagination and fancy
were paralysed.

Selim turned to Moto, and asked:

"Oh, if thou canst give me the slightest hope that I shall see Kalulu
again, I will bless thee?"

"I can't think of anything. A lion may have followed him and sprang on
him, and carried him away bodily--though it is unlikely. A buffalo may
have gored him, and left him dead. Savage men may have found him and
made him a captive; though as this is a `polini' (a wilderness) I don't
see how men could be here. Thou knowest what he has done already, how
quick and cunning he was with his arm and feet. He was a true son of
the forest; and if danger and death overtook him, it must have been very
sudden."

"What dost thou think, Simba?" asked Selim.

"I can't think of anything, young master, except that he is not here,
and we don't know what has become of the brave young chief without whose
aid none of us would have been so far on our way home;" and the
generous-hearted man wept aloud, and his weeping had a sad effect on
all.

"And shall we see--never more see Kalulu?" sobbed Abdullah; "never more
see him who saved me from the jaws of the monster in the Liemba, who
freed us f