und Stas, Kali,
and Fumba's corpse.

"Oa, Oa! Yach, yach!" all voices repeated; all heads nodded right and
left in unison, the whites of their eyes glistened, and the sharp
points of the spears twinkled in the morning sun.

Kali rose and turning to Stas, said:

"Great master, bring the 'bibi' to the boma and let her dwell in
Fumba's hut. Kali is king of the Wahimas and the great master is Kali's
king."

Stas nodded his head in sign of assent but remained a few hours, for he
and the King were entitled to a rest.

He did not leave until towards the evening. During his absence the
bodies of the slain Samburus were removed and thrown into a neighboring
deep abyss, over which at once a swarm of vultures flocked; the
fetish-men made preparations for Fumba's funeral and Kali assumed
authority as the only master of the life and death of all his subjects.

"Do you know what Kali is?" Stas asked the little maid on the return
journey from Luela.

Nell gazed at him with surprise.

"He is your boy."

"Aha! A boy! Kali is now king of all the Wahimas."

This news delighted Nell immensely. This sudden change, thanks to which
the former slave of the cruel Gebhr, and later the humble servant of
Stas, became a king, seemed to her something extraordinary and at the
same time exceedingly amusing.

Nevertheless, Linde's remark that negroes were like children who were
incapable of remembering what transpired the day before, did not appear
just in its application to Kali, for as soon as Stas and Nell stopped
at the foot of Mount Boko the young monarch hurried to meet them; he
greeted them with the usual marks of humility and joy and repeated the
words which he had previously uttered:

"Kali is the king of the Wahimas, and the great master is Kali's king."

And he surrounded both with an adoration almost divine and prostrated
himself, particularly before Nell, in the presence of all the people,
for he knew from experience, acquired during the journey, that the
great master cared more for the little "bibi" than for himself.

Leading them solemnly to the capital boma on the summit he surrendered
to them Fumba's hut, which resembled a great shed divided into several
rooms. He ordered the Wahima women, who came with them from Luela, and
who could not look enough at the "Good Mzimu," to place a utensil with
honey and sour milk in the first room, and when he learned that the
"bibi," tired by the journey, had fallen asleep, he comman