"Bones": Being Further Adventures in Mr. Commissioner Sanders' CountryWallace, Edgar
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"Bones": Being Further Adventures in Mr. Commissioner Sanders' Country
Wallace, Edgar
Africa -- History -- 1884-1918 -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Colonies -- Africa -- Administration -- Fiction; Short stories, English
"I am here," said Bones with trembling pride, so that Hamilton knew his
subordinate had been successful; "according to your instructions, sir, I
have captured the green crocodile. He is of monstrous size, and vastly
superior to your partly-worn lady friend. Also," he said, "as per your
instructions, conveyed to me in your letter dated the twenty-third
instant, I have fastened same by right leg in the vicinity of the pool;
at least," he corrected carefully, "he was fastened, but owing to
certain technical difficulties he slipped cable, so to speak, and is
wallowing in his native element."
"You are not rotting, Bones, are you?" asked Hamilton, busy with his
toilet.
"Perfectly true and sound, sir, I never rot," said Bones stiffly; "give
me a job of work to do, give me a task, put me upon my metal, sir, and
with the assistance of jolly old Bosambo----"
"Is Bosambo in this?"
Bones hesitated.
"He assisted me very considerably, sir," he said; "but, so to speak, the
main idea was mine."
The chief's drum summoned the villages to the palaver house, but the
news had already filtered through the little township, and a crowd had
gathered waiting eagerly to hear the message which Hamilton had to give
them.
"O people," he said, addressing them from the hill of palaver, "all I
have promised you I have performed. Behold now in the pool--and you
shall come with me to see this wonder--is one greater than M'zooba, a
vast and splendid spirit which shall protect your crops and be as
M'zooba was, and better than was M'zooba. All this I have done for you."
"Lord Tibbetti has done for you," prompted Bones, in a hoarse whisper.
"All this have I done for you," repeated Hamilton firmly, "because I
love you."
He led the way through the broad, straggling plantation to the great
pool which begins in a narrow creek leading from the river and ends in a
sprawl of water to the east of the village.
The whole countryside stood about watching the still water, but nothing
happened.
"Can't you whistle him and make him come up or something?" asked
Hamilton.
"Sir," said an indignant Bones, "I am no crocodile tamer; willing as I
am to oblige you, and clever as I am with parlour tricks, I have not
yet succeeded in inducing a crocodile to come to heel after a week's
acquaintance."
But native people are very patient.
They stood or squatted, watching the unmoved surface of the water for
half an hour, and then suddenly there was a stir and a little gasp of
pleasurable apprehension ran through the assembly.
Then slowly the new one came up. He made for a sand-bank, which showed
above the water in the centre of the pool; first his snout, then his
long body emerged from the water, and Hamilton gasped.
"Good heavens, Bones!" he said in a startled whisper, and his
astonishment was echoed from a thousand throats.
And well might he be amazed at the spectacle which the complacent Bones
had secured for him.
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