for honour and glory and
homes and kine, but naught for love, and naught that there may be
peace."--This was no longer true; for the sword of the young Dakoon was
ever lifted for love and for peace.

The great procession stopped near a little house by the Aqueduct of the
Failing Fountain, and spread round it, and the leader stepped forward to
the door of the little house and entered. A silence fell upon the crowd,
for they were to look upon the face of a dying girl, who chose to dwell
in her little home rather than in a palace.

She was carried forth on a litter, and set down, and the long procession
passed by her as she lay. She smiled at all an ineffable smile of peace,
and her eyes had in them the light of a good day drawing to its close.
Only once did she speak, and that was when all had passed, and a fine
troop of horsemen came riding up.

This was the Dakoon of Mandakan and his retinue. When he dismounted and
came to her, and bent over her, he said something in a low tone for her
ear alone, and she smiled at him, and whispered the one word "Peace!"

Then the Dakoon, who once was known only as Cumner's Son, turned and
embraced the prophet Sandoni, as he was now called, though once he had
been called Tang-a-Dahit the hillsman.

"What message shall I bear thy father?" asked the Dakoon, after they had
talked a while.

Sandoni told him, and then the Dakoon said:

"Thy father and mine, who are gone to settle a wild tribe of the hills
in a peaceful city, send thee a message." And he held up his arm, where
a bracelet shone.

The Prophet read thereon the Sacred Countersign of the hillsmen.

THE HIGH COURT OF BUDGERY-GAR

We were camped on the edge of a billabong. Barlas was kneading a damper,
Drysdale was tenderly packing coals about the billy to make the water
boil, and I was cooking the chops. The hobbled horses were picking the
grass and the old-man salt-bush near, and Bimbi, the black boy,
was gathering twigs and bark for the fire. That is the order of
merit--Barlas, Drysdale, myself, the horses and Bimbi. Then comes the
Cadi all by himself. He is given an isolated and indolent position,
because he was our guest and also because, in a way, he represented
the Government. And though bushmen do not believe much in a far-off
Government--even though they say when protesting against a bad Land
Law, "And your Petitioners will ever Pray," and all that kind of
yabber-yabber--they give its representative the l