omen and
fourteen children. But the wagons were lightened of their heavy loads of
provisions and easily accommodated to emigrants.

This was a happy party. The natives never knew of such an outing. It was
quite a cavalcade. Just imagine four hundred warriors, the two wagons,
the women and the children, the men chanting a peculiar song as they
marched, occasionally interspersed with laughter, and a constant flow of
talk about the new and wonderful place they were going to, of the great
white chiefs, and above all the real and unaffected pleasure that grew
out of the knowledge that there would be no more war.

On the second day after leaving the Saboro village, Unity came in sight.
George crawled to the top of the wagon, and, raising his hat and waving
it, began to cheer. Every warrior did likewise when he saw the signal.
It was a bedlam for a few moments. The Illyas chief saw it and smiled.

Unity heard the cheers. There was no more work that day. The men in the
fields came in. Those in the workshops deserted their posts, and lined
up along the newly made sidewalks that had been carefully arranged
several days before.

The women were out in force, and the children in evidence everywhere.
The two wagons were in advance, Harry being in the lead. Not a man left
the town to rush out and greet them. The Professor suggested that a more
fitting welcome could be given by forming lines to receive the warriors
as they filed by.

The wagon was now within five hundred feet of the end of the receiving
line of the villagers. Angel, the orang-outan, was in the line also. The
sight of the wagons was too much for him. He scampered along the street
in that peculiar shuffling gait that all the villagers knew, and started
for the wagon.

He was the only one in the town who disobeyed the orders of the
Professor. He knew that George was in the wagon. He passed the first
one, driven by Harry, but he was up in the top of the second in an
instant, and he made his way to George's side, and looked up in his
face. George put his arm around him, as he was accustomed to do, and
this was sufficient for him.

The children screamed in delight, but Angel didn't mind, because he saw
that George didn't. When George put his arm around Lolo's little baby
sister, Angel looked at George, reproachfully, at first, but when George
laughed Angel emitted his well-known chuckle, which always indicated
delight, and he knew that all jealousy had vanished.