there in that white hut on
the back of the great elephant and the great elephant obeys her as a
slave obeys a master and like a child its mother! Oh, neither your
fathers nor you have seen anything like that."

"We have not seen! Yancig! Yancig!"

And the eyes of all warriors were directed at the "hut," or rather at
the palanquin.

And Kali, who during the religious instructions on Mount Linde had
learned that faith moves mountains, was deeply convinced that the
prayer of the little white "bibi" could procure everything from God; so
he spoke thus further and in perfect sincerity:

"Listen! Listen! The 'Good Mzimu' is riding on an elephant in the
direction in which the sun rises, beyond the mountains out of the
waters; there the 'Good Mzimu' will tell the Great Spirit to send you
clouds, and those clouds during a drought will water with rain your
millet, your manioc, your bananas, and the grass in the jungle, in
order that you may have plenty to eat and that your cows shall have
good fodder and shall give thick and fat milk. Do you want to have
plenty of food and milk--oh, men?"

"He! We do, we do!"

"And the 'Good Mzimu' will tell the Great Spirit to send to you the
wind, which will blow away from your village that sickness which
changes the body into a honey-comb. Do you want him to blow it
away--oh, men?"

"He! Let him blow it away!"

"And the Great Spirit at the prayer of the 'Good Mzimu' will protect
you from attacks and slavery and from depredations in your fields and
from the lion and from the panther and from the snake and from the
locust--"

"Let her do that."

"So, listen yet and look who sits before the hut between the ears of
the terrible elephant. Lo, there sits bwana kubwa, the great and mighty
white master, whom the elephant fears!"

"He!"

"Who has thunder-bolts in his hand and kills with it bad men--"

"He!"

"Who kills lions--"

"He!"

"Who lets loose fiery snakes--"

"He!"

"Who crushes rocks--"

"He!"

"Who, however, will do you no harm, if you will honor the 'Good Mzimu.'"

"Yancig! Yancig!"

"And if you will bring to him an abundance of dry flour from bananas,
eggs of chickens, fresh milk, and honey."

"Yancig! Yancig!"

"So approach and fall on your faces before the 'Good Mzimu!'"

M'Rua and his warriors started and, not ceasing to "yancig" for a
moment, advanced between ten and twenty paces, but they approached
cautiously, for a superstitious fear of the "Mzim