rfs his horizon till he spans it with his hand. 'Most miserable of
demi-gods,' he cries, 'here am I cooped up in this insignificant
islet, only one hundred leagues by fifty, when scores of broad
empires own me not for their lord.' Yet Uhia himself is envied. 'Ah!'
cries Karrolono, one of his chieftains, master of a snug little glen,
'Here am I cabined in this paltry cell among the mountains, when that
great King Uhia is lord of the whole island, and every cubic mile of
matter therein.' But this same Karrolono is envied. 'Hard, oh
beggarly lot is mine,' cries Donno, one of his retainers. 'Here am I
fixed and screwed down to this paltry plantation, when my lord
Karrolono owns the whole glen, ten long parasangs from cliff to sea.'
But Donno too is envied. 'Alas, cursed fate!' cries his servitor
Flavona. 'Here am I made to trudge, sweat, and labor all day, when
Donno my master does nothing but command.' But others envy Flavona;
and those who envy him are envied in turn; even down to poor bed-
ridden Manta, who dying of want, groans forth, 'Abandoned wretch that
I am! here I miserably perish, while so many beggars gad about and
live!' But surely; none envy Manta! Yes; great Uhia himself. 'Ah!'
cries the king. 'Here am I vexed and tormented by ambition; no peace
night nor day; my temples chafed sore by this cursed crown that I
wear; while that ignoble wight Manta, gives up the ghost with none to
molest him.'"

In vain we wandered up and down in this isle, and peered into its
innermost recesses: no Yillah was there.

CHAPTER XCII
The God Keevi And The Precipice Op Mondo

One object of interest in Ohonoo was the original image of Keevi
the god of Thieves; hence, from time immemorial, the tutelar deity
of the isle.

His shrine was a natural niche in a cliff, walling in the valley
of Monlova And here stood Keevi, with his five eyes, ten hands, and
three pair of legs, equipped at all points for the vocation over
which he presided. Of mighty girth, his arms terminated in hands,
every finger a limb, spreading in multiplied digits: palms twice
five, and fifty fingers.

According to the legend, Keevi fell from a golden cloud, burying
himself to the thighs in the earth, tearing up the soil all round.
Three meditative mortals, strolling by at the time, had a narrow
escape.

A wonderful recital; but none of us voyagers durst flout it. Did they
not show us the identical spot where the idol fell? We descended into
the hollo