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"
'
How
do
you
know
that
?
'
I
asked
.
"
'
Know
it
!
why
,
what
is
"
Suliman
"
but
a
corruption
of
Solomon
?
Besides
,
an
old
Isanusi
or
witch
doctoress
up
in
the
Manica
country
told
me
all
about
it
.
She
said
that
the
people
who
lived
across
those
mountains
were
a
"
branch
"
of
the
Zulus
,
speaking
a
dialect
of
Zulu
,
but
finer
and
bigger
men
even
;
that
there
lived
among
them
great
wizards
,
who
had
learnt
their
art
from
white
men
when
"
all
the
world
was
dark
,
"
and
who
had
the
secret
of
a
wonderful
mine
of
"
bright
stones
.
"
'
"
Well
,
I
laughed
at
this
story
at
the
time
,
though
it
interested
me
,
for
the
Diamond
Fields
were
not
discovered
then
,
but
poor
Evans
went
off
and
was
killed
,
and
for
twenty
years
I
never
thought
any
more
of
the
matter
.
However
,
just
twenty
years
afterwards
--
and
that
is
a
long
time
,
gentlemen
;
an
elephant
hunter
does
not
often
live
for
twenty
years
at
his
business
--
I
heard
something
more
definite
about
Suliman
's
Mountains
and
the
country
which
lies
beyond
them
.
I
was
up
beyond
the
Manica
country
,
at
a
place
called
Sitanda
's
Kraal
,
and
a
miserable
place
it
was
,
for
a
man
could
get
nothing
to
eat
,
and
there
was
but
little
game
about
.
I
had
an
attack
of
fever
,
and
was
in
a
bad
way
generally
,
when
one
day
a
Portugee
arrived
with
a
single
companion
--
a
half-breed
.
Now
I
know
your
low-class
Delagoa
Portugee
well
.
There
is
no
greater
devil
unhung
in
a
general
way
,
battening
as
he
does
upon
human
agony
and
flesh
in
the
shape
of
slaves
.
But
this
was
quite
a
different
type
of
man
to
the
mean
fellows
whom
I
had
been
accustomed
to
meet
;
indeed
,
in
appearance
he
reminded
me
more
of
the
polite
doms
I
have
read
about
,
for
he
was
tall
and
thin
,
with
large
dark
eyes
and
curling
grey
mustachios
.
We
talked
together
for
a
while
,
for
he
could
speak
broken
English
,
and
I
understood
a
little
Portugee
,
and
he
told
me
that
his
name
was
José
Silvestre
,
and
that
he
had
a
place
near
Delagoa
Bay
.
When
he
went
on
next
day
with
his
half-breed
companion
,
he
said
'
Good-bye
,
'
taking
off
his
hat
quite
in
the
old
style
.
"
'
Good-bye
,
senor
,
'
he
said
;
'
if
ever
we
meet
again
I
shall
be
the
richest
man
in
the
world
,
and
I
will
remember
you
.
'
I
laughed
a
little
--
I
was
too
weak
to
laugh
much
--
and
watched
him
strike
out
for
the
great
desert
to
the
west
,
wondering
if
he
was
mad
,
or
what
he
thought
he
was
going
to
find
there
.
"
A
week
passed
,
and
I
got
the
better
of
my
fever
.
One
evening
I
was
sitting
on
the
ground
in
front
of
the
little
tent
I
had
with
me
,
chewing
the
last
leg
of
a
miserable
fowl
I
had
bought
from
a
native
for
a
bit
of
cloth
worth
twenty
fowls
,
and
staring
at
the
hot
red
sun
sinking
down
over
the
desert
,
when
suddenly
I
saw
a
figure
,
apparently
that
of
a
European
,
for
it
wore
a
coat
,
on
the
slope
of
the
rising
ground
opposite
to
me
,
about
three
hundred
yards
away
.
The
figure
crept
along
on
its
hands
and
knees
,
then
it
got
up
and
staggered
forward
a
few
yards
on
its
legs
,
only
to
fall
and
crawl
again
.
Seeing
that
it
must
be
somebody
in
distress
,
I
sent
one
of
my
hunters
to
help
him
,
and
presently
he
arrived
,
and
who
do
you
suppose
it
turned
out
to
be
?
"
"
José
Silvestre
,
of
course
,
"
said
Captain
Good
.
"
Yes
,
José
Silvestre
,
or
rather
his
skeleton
and
a
little
skin
.
His
face
was
a
bright
yellow
with
bilious
fever
,
and
his
large
dark
eyes
stood
nearly
out
of
his
head
,
for
all
the
flesh
had
gone
.
There
was
nothing
but
yellow
parchment-like
skin
,
white
hair
,
and
the
gaunt
bones
sticking
up
beneath
.
"
'
Water
!
for
the
sake
of
Christ
,
water
!
'
he
moaned
and
I
saw
that
his
lips
were
cracked
,
and
his
tongue
,
which
protruded
between
them
,
was
swollen
and
blackish
.
