hat I may be
like him. For Kalulu's sake, all black people who call me master shall
be well treated, and shall never be abused." As he said these words,
little Abdullah wept copiously, as the worth of his friend rose so
vividly before him.

"And I make a vow," said Selim, "for my brother's sake, never to
purchase a slave for my service while I live; and when I die my slaves
shall all be free. No black man in my service shall have cause to
regret that I met with Kalulu in Africa; but they shall rejoice, and
know that their treatment is due to Kalulu alone, that they may sing his
praises under my palms and mangoes."

"Allah be with ye both!" cried Simba. "If all Arabs were like ye, the
Arab name would become beloved throughout all the tribes of the
Washensi." [Pagans.]

"Ay, so it would," said Moto; "so it would; and the people of our race
and colour would not be bought like sheep and goats, and driven with
sticks to the market to be sold. A great wrong is done by the Arabs
every day in this country, and it is no wonder that the tribes treat
them badly when they can. Tifum treated Masters Selim and Abdullah
cruelly, because he heard that they did the some to the black people.
We, thou, and I, Simba, should not have been so good as we are had any
other than Sheikh Amer bin Osman been our master."

"I believe thee, Moto," replied Simba. "We would not be going back to
Zanzibar either, if noble Amer's son was other than he is. Master Selim
is the best Arab living. Prince Madjid's sons are worthless, compared
to my young master. But let us go to Unyanyembe, before some evil
overtakes Selim and Abdullah, and we have no hope of pleasure left to us
more."

Moto started at the suggestion of evil to his young master, and at once
put his best foot forward, until they came to a plain, where he strove
to obtain an additional supply of meat, and was so successful with his
arrows, that he brought down a zebra.

The march to Unyanyembe lasted fifteen days longer, owing to the lack of
the cheery presence of Kalulu, and to the frequent stoppages they had to
make to procure food, and to nourish their strength; but on the morning
of the sixteenth day, the well-known features of the hills around the
Arab settlements greeted the eyes of Moto and Simba, who had seen them
before. To their left rose the table hill of Zimbili, at their base
were the Arab houses of Maroro, and stretching nearer to them, was the
fertile basin of