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fell　upon　that　venerable　villain　Har？t；　and　belaboured　him　in　Bantu；

while　the　audience　listened　as　intently　as　though　they　understood。



I　asked　him　what　he　meant　by　coming　here　to　asperse　my　character。　I

asked　him　who　the　deuce　he　was。　I　asked　him　how　he　came　to　know

anything　about　Mameena；　and　finally　I　told　him　that　soon　or　late　I

would　be　even　with　him；　and　paused　exhausted。



He　stood　there　looking　for　all　the　world　like　a　statue　of　the

patriarch　Job　as　I　imagine　him；　and　when　I　had　done；　replied　without

moving　a　muscle　and　in　English：



〃O　Lord；　Zikali；　Zulu　wizard；　friend　of　mine！　All　great　wizard　friend

just　like　all　elephant　and　all　snake。　Zikali　make　me　know　Mameena；　and

she　tell　me　story　and　send　you　much　love；　and　say　she　wait　for　you

always。〃　（More　sniggers　from　Scroope；　and　still　intenser　interest

evinced　by　Miss　Holmes　and　others。）　〃If　you　like；　I　show　you　Mameena

'fore　I　go。〃　（Murmurs　from　Miss　Holmes　and　Miss　Manners　of　〃Oh；

/please/　do！〃）　〃But　that　very　little　business；　for　what　one　long…ago

lady　out　of　so　many？〃



Then　suddenly　he　broke　into　Bantu；　and　added：　〃A　jest　is　a　jest；

Macumazana；　though　often　there　is　meaning　in　a　jest；　and　you　shall　see

Mameena　if　you　will。　I　come　here　to　ask　you　to　do　my　people　a　service

for　which　you　shall　not　lack　reward。　We；　the　White　Kendah；　the　People

of　the　Child；　are　at　war　with　the　Black　Kendah；　our　subjects　who

outnumber　us。　The　Black　Kendah　have　an　evil　spirit　for　a　god；　which

spirit　from　the　beginning　has　dwelt　in　the　largest　elephant　in　all　the

world；　a　beast　that　none　can　kill；　but　which　kills　many　and　bewitches

more。　While　that　elephant；　which　is　named　Jana；　lives　we；　the　People

of　the　Child；　go　in　terror；　for　day　by　day　it　destroys　us。　We　have

learnedhow　it　does　not　matterthat　you　alone　can　kill　that

elephant。　If　you　will　come　and　kill　it；　we　will　show　you　the　place

where　all　the　elephants　go　to　die；　and　you　shall　take　their　ivory；

many　wagon…loads；　and　grow　rich。　Soon　you　are　going　on　a　journey　that

has　to　do　with　a　flower；　and　you　will　visit　peoples　named　the　Mazitu

and　the　Pongo　who　live　on　an　island　in　a　lake。　Far　beyond　the　Pongo

and　across　the　desert　dwell　my　people；　the　Kendah；　in　a　secret　land。

When　you　wish　to　visit　us；　as　you　will　do；　journey　to　the　north　of

that　lake　where　the　Pongo　dwell；　and　stay　there　on　the　edge　of　the

desert　shooting　till　we　come。　Now　mock　me　if　you　will；　but　do　not

forget；　for　these　things　shall　befall　in　their　season；　though　that

time　be　far。　If　we　meet　no　more　for　a　while；　still　do　not　forget。　When

you　have　need　of　gold　or　of　the　ivory　that　is　gold；　then　journey　to

the　north　of　the　lake　where　the　Pongo　dwell；　and　call　on　the　names　of

Har？t　and　Mar？t。〃



〃And　call　on　the　names　of　Har？t　and　Mar？t；〃　repeated　the　younger　man；

who　hitherto　appeared　to　take　no　interest　in　our　talk。



Next；　before　I　could　answer；　before　I　could　think　the　thing　out

indeed；　for　all　this　breath　from　savage　and　mystical　Africa　blowing　on

me　suddenly　here　in　an　Essex　drawing…room；　seemed　to　overwhelm　me；　the

ineffable　Har？t　proceeded　in　his　English　conjurer's　patter：



〃Rich　ladies　and　gentlemen　want　see　trick　by　poor　old　wizard　from

centre　Africa。　Well；　we　show　them；　but　please　'member　no　magic；　all

quite　simple　trick。　Teach　it　you　if　you　pay。　Please　not　look　too　hard；

no　want　you　learn　how　it　done。　What　you　like　see？　Tree　grow　out　of

nothing；　eh？　Good！　Please　lend　me　that　platewhat　you　call　him

china。〃



Then　the　performance　began。　The　tree　grew　admirably　upon　the　china

plate　under　the　cover　of　an　antimacassar。　A　number　of　bits　of　stick

danced　together　on　the　said　plate；　apparently　without　being　touched。

At　a　whistle　from　Mar？t　a　second　snake　crawled　out　of　the　pocket　of

the　horrified　Mr。　Savage；　who　stood　observing　these　proceedings　at　a

respectful　distance；　erected　itself　on　its　tail　upon　the　plate　and

took　fire　till　it　was　consumed　to　ashes；　and　so　forth。



The　show　was　very　good；　but　to　tell　the　truth　I　did　not　take　much

notice　of　it；　for　I　had　seen　similar　things　before　and　was　engaged　in

thoughts　much　excited　by　what　Har？t　had　said　to　me。　At　length　the　pair

paused　amidst　the　clapping　of　the　audience；　and　Mar？t　began　to　pack　up

the　properties　as　though　all　were　done。　Then　Har？t　observed　casually：



〃The　Lord　Macumazana　think　this　poor　business　and　he　right。　Very　poor

business；　any　conjurer　do　better。　All　common　trick〃here　his　eye　fell

upon　Mr。　Savage　who　was　wriggling　uneasily　in　the　background。　〃What

matter　with　that　gentleman？　Brother　Mar？t；　go　see。〃



Brother　Mar？t　went　and　freed　Mr。　Savage　from　two　more　snakes　which

seemed　to　have　taken　possession　of　various　parts　of　his　garments。

Also；　amidst　shouts　of　laughter；　from　a　large　dead　rat　which　he

appeared　to　draw　from　his　well…oiled　hair。



〃Ah！〃　said　Har？t；　as　his　confederate　returned　with　these　prizes；

leaving　Savage　collapsed　in　a　chair；　〃snake　love　that　gentleman　much。

He　earn　great　money　in　Africa。　Well；　he　keep　rat　in　hair；　hungry　snake

always　want　rat。　But　as　I　say；　this　poor　business。　Now　you　like　to　see

some　better；　eh？　Mameena；　eh？〃



〃No；〃　I　replied　firmly；　whereat　everyone　laughed。



〃Elephant　Jana　we　want　you　kill；　eh？　Just　as　he　look　this　minute。〃



〃Yes；〃　I　said；　〃very　much　indeed；　only　how　will　you　show　it　me？〃



〃That　quite　easy；　Macumazana。　You　just　smoke　little　Kendah　'bacco　and

see　many　things；　if　you　have　gift；　as　I　/think/　you　got；　and　as　I

almost　/sure/　that　lady　got；〃　and　he　pointed　to　Miss　Holmes。

〃Sometimes　they　things　people　want　see；　and　sometimes　they　things

people　not　want　see。〃



〃Dakka；〃　I　said　contemptuously；　alluding　to　the　Indian　hemp　on　which

natives　make　themselves　drunk　throughout　great　districts　of　Africa。



〃Oh！　no；　not　dakka；　that　common　stuff；　this　'bacco　much　better　than

dakka；　only　grow　in　Kendah…land。　You　think　all　nonsense？　Well；　you

see。　Give　me　match　please。〃



Then　while　we　watched　he　placed　some　tobacco；　at　least　it　looked　like

tobacco；　in　a　little　wooden　bowl　that　he　also　produced　from　his

basket。　Next　he　said　something　to　his　companion；　Mar？t；　who　drew　a

flute　from　his　robe　made　out　of　a　thick　reed；　and　began　to　play　on　it

a　wild　and　melancholy　music；　the　sound　of　which　seemed　to　affect　my

backbone　as　standing　on　a　great　height　often　does。　Presently　too　Har？t

broke　into　a　low　song　whereof　I　could　not　understand　a　word；　that　rose

and　fell　with　the　music　of　the　flute。　Now　he　struck　a　match；　which

seemed　incongruous　in　the　midst　of　this　semi…magical　ceremony；　and

taking　a　pinch　of　the　tobacco；　lit　it　and　dropped　it　among　the　rest。　A

pale；　blue　smoke　arose　from　the　bowl　and　with　it　a　very　sweet　odour

not　unlike　that　of　the　tuberoses　gardeners　grow　in　hot…houses；　but

more　searching。



〃Now　you　breath　smoke；　Macumazana；〃　he　said；　〃and　tell　us　what　you

see。　Oh！　no　fear；　that　not　hurt　you。　Just　like　cigarette。　Look；〃　and

he　inhaled　some　of　the　vapour　and　blew　it　out　through　his　nostrils；

after　which　his　face　seemed　to　change　to　me；　though　what　the　change

was　I　could　not　define。



I　hesitated　till　Scroope　said：



〃Come；　Allan；　don't　shirk　this　Central　African　adventure。　I'll　try　if

you　like。〃



〃No；〃　said　Har？t　brusquely；　〃/you/　no　good。〃



Then　curiosity　and　perhaps　the　fear　of　being　laughed　at　overcame　me。　I

took　the　bowl　and　held　it　under　my　nose；　while　Har？t　threw　over　my

head　the　antimacassar　which　he　had　used　in　the　mango　trick；　to　keep　in

the　fumes　I　suppose。



At　first　these　fumes　were　unpleasant；　but　just　as　I　was　about　to　drop

the　bowl　they　seemed　to　become　agreeable　and　to　penetrate　to　the

inmost　recesses　of　my　being。　The　general　affect　of　them　was　not　unlike

that　of　the　laughing　gas　which　dentists　give；　with　this　difference；

that　whereas　the　gas　produces　insensibility；　these　fumes　seemed　to　set

the　mind　on　fire　and　to　burn　away　all　limitations　of　time　and

distance。　Things　shifted　before　me。　It　was　as　though　I　were　no　longer

in　that　room　but　travelling　with　inconceivable　rapidity。



Suddenly　I　appeared　to　stop　before　a　curtain　of　mist。　The　mist　rolled

up　in　front　of　me　and　I　saw　a　wild　and　wonderful　scene。　There　lay　a

lake　surrounded　by　dense　African　forest。　The　sky　above　was　still　red

with　the　last　lights　of　sunset　and　in　it　floated　the　full　moon。　On　the

eastern　side　of　the　lake　was　a　great　open　space　where　nothing　seemed

to　grow　and　all　about　this　space　were　the　skeletons　of　hundreds　of

dead　elephants。　There　they　lay；　some　of　them　almost　covered　with　grey

mosses　hanging　to　their　bones；　through　which　their　yellow　tusks

projected　as　though　they　had　been　dead　for　centuries；　others　with　the

rotting　hide　still　on　them。　I　knew　that　I　was　looking　on　a　cemetery　of

elephants；　the　place　where　these　great　beasts　went　to　die；　as　I　have

since　been　told　the　extinct　moas　did　in　New　Zealand。　All　my　life　as　a

hunter　had　I　heard　rumours　of　these　cemeteries；　but　never　before　did　I

see　such　a　spot　even　in　a　dream。



See！　There　was　one　dying　now；　a　huge　gaunt　bull　that　looked　as　though

it　were　several　hundred　years　old。　It　stood　there　swaying　to　and　fro。

Then　it　lifted　its　trunk；　I　suppose　to　trumpet；　though　of　course　I

could　hear　nothing；　and　slowly　sank　upon　its　knees　and　so　remained　in

the　last　relaxation　of　death。



Almost　in　the　centre　of　this　cemetery　was　a　little　mound　of　water…

washed　rock　that　had　endured　when　the　rest　of　the　stony　plain　was

denuded　in　past　epochs。　Suddenly　upon　that　rock　appeared　the　shape　of

the　most　gigantic　elephant　that　ever　I　beheld　in　all　my　long

experience。　It　had　one　enormous　tusk；　but　the　other　was　deformed　and

broken　off　short。　Its　sides　were　scarred　as　though　with　fighting　and

its　eyes　shone　red　and　wickedly。　Held　in　its　trunk　was　the　body　of　a

woman　whose　hair　hung　down　upon　one　side　and　whose　feet　hung　down　upon

the　other。　Clasped　in　her　arms　was　a　child　that　seemed　to　be　still

living。



The　rogue；　as　a　brute　of　this　sort　is　c