d his sides and his legs, and putting
his hand on the top of his head, he uttered a great cry just like a
great, stupid child, but the crying did not fill his tummy. No, he must
have bananas for that--and he rose up after awhile and went to procure
some more fruit.

But when he had brought a great pile of it and had sat down with his
nice-smelling bunch before him, he would exclaim, "Ha, ha! Now--now I
shall eat and be satisfied. I shall fill myself with the sweet fruit,
and then lie down and sleep. Ha, ha!"

Then instantly the mocking voice would cry out after him, "Ha, ha!" and
sometimes it sounded close to his ears, and then behind his head,
sometimes it appeared to come from under the bananas and sometimes from
the doorway:--that Gorilla would roar in fury, and he would grind his
teeth just like two grinding-stones, and chatter to himself, and race
about the village, trying to discover whence the voice came, but in his
absence the fruit would be swept away by his invisible enemy, and when
he would come in to finish his meal, lo! there were only blackened and
stained banana peelings--the refuse of his first feast.

Gorilla would then cry like a whipped child, and would go again into the
plantation, to bring some more fruit into the house, but when he
returned with it he would always boast of what he was going to do, and
cry out "Ha, ha!" and instantly his unseen enemy would mock him and cry
"Ha, ha!" and he would start up raving and screaming in rage, and search
for him, and in his absence his bananas would be whisked away. And
Gorilla's hunger grew on him, until his paunch became like an empty
sack, and what with his hunger and grief and rage, and furious raving
and racing about, his strength was at last quite exhausted, and the end
of him was that on the fifth day he fell from weakness across the
threshold of the chief's house, which he had chosen to make his nest,
and there died.

When the people of the next village heard of how Kinneneh, a little boy,
had conquered the man-killing gorilla, they brought him and his mother
away, and they gave him a fine new house and a plantation, and male and
female slaves to tend it, and when their old king died, and the period
of mourning for him was over, they elected wise Kinneneh to be king over
them.

"Ah, friends," said Safeni to his companions, after Kadu had concluded
his story, "there is no doubt that the cunning of a son of man prevails
over the strongest bru