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We
were
very
sorry
to
part
from
him
;
indeed
,
Good
was
so
moved
that
he
gave
him
as
a
souvenir
--
what
do
you
think
?
--
an
eye-glass
;
afterwards
we
discovered
that
it
was
a
spare
one
.
Infadoos
was
delighted
,
foreseeing
that
the
possession
of
such
an
article
would
increase
his
prestige
enormously
,
and
after
several
vain
attempts
he
actually
succeeded
in
screwing
it
into
his
own
eye
.
Anything
more
incongruous
than
the
old
warrior
looked
with
an
eye-glass
I
never
saw
.
Eye-glasses
do
not
go
well
with
leopard-skin
cloaks
and
black
ostrich
plumes
.
Then
,
after
seeing
that
our
guides
were
well
laden
with
water
and
provisions
,
and
having
received
a
thundering
farewell
salute
from
the
Buffaloes
,
we
wrung
Infadoos
by
the
hand
,
and
began
our
downward
climb
.
A
very
arduous
business
it
proved
to
be
,
but
somehow
that
evening
we
found
ourselves
at
the
bottom
without
accident
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
that
night
,
as
we
sat
by
our
fire
and
gazed
up
at
the
beetling
cliffs
above
us
,
"
I
think
that
there
are
worse
places
than
Kukuanaland
in
the
world
,
and
that
I
have
known
unhappier
times
than
the
last
month
or
two
,
though
I
have
never
spent
such
queer
ones
.
Eh
!
you
fellows
?
"
"
I
almost
wish
I
were
back
,
"
said
Good
,
with
a
sigh
.
As
for
myself
,
I
reflected
that
all
's
well
that
ends
well
;
but
in
the
course
of
a
long
life
of
shaves
,
I
never
had
such
shaves
as
those
which
I
had
recently
experienced
.
The
thought
of
that
battle
makes
me
feel
cold
all
over
,
and
as
for
our
experience
in
the
treasure
chamber
--
Next
morning
we
started
on
a
toilsome
trudge
across
the
desert
,
having
with
us
a
good
supply
of
water
carried
by
our
five
guides
,
and
camped
that
night
in
the
open
,
marching
again
at
dawn
on
the
morrow
.
By
noon
of
the
third
day
's
journey
we
could
see
the
trees
of
the
oasis
of
which
the
guides
spoke
,
and
within
an
hour
of
sundown
we
were
walking
once
more
upon
grass
and
listening
to
the
sound
of
running
water
.
And
now
I
come
to
perhaps
the
strangest
adventure
that
happened
to
us
in
all
this
strange
business
,
and
one
which
shows
how
wonderfully
things
are
brought
about
.
I
was
walking
along
quietly
,
some
way
in
front
of
the
other
two
,
down
the
banks
of
the
stream
which
runs
from
the
oasis
till
it
is
swallowed
up
in
the
hungry
desert
sands
,
when
suddenly
I
stopped
and
rubbed
my
eyes
,
as
well
I
might
.
There
,
not
twenty
yards
in
front
of
me
,
placed
in
a
charming
situation
,
under
the
shade
of
a
species
of
fig-tree
,
and
facing
to
the
stream
,
was
a
cosy
hut
,
built
more
or
less
on
the
Kafir
principle
with
grass
and
withes
,
but
having
a
full-length
door
instead
of
a
bee-hole
.
"
What
the
dickens
,
"
said
I
to
myself
,
"
can
a
hut
be
doing
here
?
"
Even
as
I
said
it
the
door
of
the
hut
opened
,
and
there
limped
out
of
it
a
white
man
clothed
in
skins
,
and
with
an
enormous
black
beard
.
I
thought
that
I
must
have
got
a
touch
of
the
sun
.
It
was
impossible
.
No
hunter
ever
came
to
such
a
place
as
this
.
Certainly
no
hunter
would
ever
settle
in
it
.
I
stared
and
stared
,
and
so
did
the
other
man
,
and
just
at
that
juncture
Sir
Henry
and
Good
walked
up
.
"
Look
here
,
you
fellows
,
"
I
said
,
"
is
that
a
white
man
,
or
am
I
mad
?
"
