"Bones": Being Further Adventures in Mr. Commissioner Sanders' CountryWallace, Edgar
History
"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
"Thus says the woman my mother," he said at last, with the blank,
monotonous delivery peculiar to all small boys who have been rehearsed
in speech, "on a certain day when the moon was at full and the rain was
in the forest so that we all heard it in the village, my mother bore a
child who is my own brother, and, lord, because she feared things which
the old man M'bisibi had spoken she went into the forest to a certain
witch doctor, and there the child was born. To my mind," said the lad,
with a curious air of wisdom which is the property of the youthful
native from whom none of the mysteries of life or death are hidden, "it
is better she did this, for they would have made a sacrifice of her
child. Now when she came back, and they spoke to her, she said that the
boy was dead. But this is the truth, lord, that she had left this child
with the witch doctor, and now----" he hesitated again.
"And now?" repeated Hamilton.
"Now, lord," said the boy, "this witch doctor, whose name is Bogolono,
says she must bring him rich presents at the full of every moon, because
her son and my brother is the devil-child whom M'bisibi has predicted.
And if she brings no rich presents he will take the child to the
village, and there will be an end."
Hamilton called his orderly.
"Give this boy some chop," he said; "to-morrow we will have a longer
palaver."
He waited till the man and his charge were out of earshot, then he
turned to Bones.
"Bones," he said, seriously, "I think you had better leave unobtrusively
for M'bisibi's village, find the woman, and bring her to safety. You
will know the village," he added, unnecessarily, "it is the one you
didn't find last time."
Bones left insubordinately and made no response.
* * * * *
II
Bosambo, with his arms folded across his brawny chest, looked curiously
at the deputation which had come to him.
"This is a bad palaver," said Bosambo, "for it seems to me that when
little chiefs do that which is wrong, it is an ill thing; but when great
kings, such as your master Iberi, stand at the back of such wrongdoings,
that is the worst thing of all, and though this M'bisibi is a wise man,
as we all know, and indeed the only wise man of your people, has brought
out this devil-child, and makes a killing palaver, then M'ilitani will
come very quickly with his soldiers and there will be an end to little
chiefs and big chiefs alike."
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