Africa, West -- Fiction; British -- Africa -- Fiction
" . . . the rumour generally credited by the Matabele rebels that their
adherents in the north had suffered a repulse lacks confirmation. The
Commissioner of Barotseland denies the native story of a rebellious
tribe, and states that as far as he knows the whole of his people have
remained quiet. Other northern Commissioners state the same. There has
been no sympathetic rising, though the natives are emphatic that in a
'far-away land,' which they cannot define, such a rebellion has
occurred. The idea is, of course, absurd." Sanders smiled again.
CHAPTER THE LAST.
DOGS OF WAR.
Chiefest of the restrictions placed upon the black man by his white
protector is that which prevents him, when his angry passions rise, from
taking his enemy by the throat and carving him with a broad, curved
blade of native make. Naturally, even the best behaved of the tribes
chafe under this prohibition the British have made.
You may be sure that the Akasava memory is very short, and the
punishment which attended their last misdoing is speedily forgotten in
the opportunity and the temptation which must inevitably come as the
years progress. Thus, the Akasava, learning of certain misdoings on the
part of the Ochori, found themselves in the novel possession of a
genuine grievance, and prepared for war, first sending a message to
"Sandi," setting forth at some length the nature of the insult the
Ochori had offered them. Fortunately, Sanders was in the district, and
came on the spot very quickly, holding palaver, and soothing an outraged
nation as best he could. Sanders was a tactful man, and tact does not
necessarily imply soft-handedness. For there was a truculent soul who
sat in the council and interpolated brusque questions.
Growing bolder as the Commissioner answered suavely, he went, as a child
or native will, across the border line which divides a good manner from
a bad. Sanders turned on him.
"What base-born slave dog are you?" he asked; and whilst the man was
carefully considering his answer, Sanders kicked him down the slope of
the hill on which the palaver house stood, and harmony was once more
restored.
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