"Life," replied the wise Mokoubamba, "is a procession of delights. As soon as one has disappeared, another has started upon its way. It may be a more or less long time in arriving, but no one will begrudge waiting for it, and the waiting is often the best a man gets out of it." For a chairmender this saying seemed to me fairly profound. "Who taught you this?" I asked. "A fakir from Benares from whom the heavens withheld no secrets." "You have been in India?" "I have been everywhere." "Mokoubamba, my friend, yours is no ordinary life. Will you not tell me something of it? The past interests me more than the future." "If you will order them to give me coffee and cigarettes, and if I may drink and smoke as long as I talk, you shall have my entire history." I nodded in assent, and Mokoubamba, taking possession of my verandah, squatted upon one of his own mats, inhaled the perfume of Arabia, exhaled three puffs of curly blue smoke, and seemed to lose himself in the search for a starting point. "What was your first occupation?" I asked by way of helping him on. "The easiest of all," said he, with a shamefaced air. "I began by being a minister." "Minister!" I cried in high surprise. "Minister to whom? Minister of what?" "Minister to the great King Matori. Down there--down there--beyond the Niger." "Truly! My compliments to His Excellency! And you say the profession seemed an easy one to you? Your colleagues up here would scarcely agree with you." "I speak of what I have seen. In my country those who are the masters are always in the right. Tell me if you know of a place on earth where it is any different? I did not know how to do anything. I could not even have braided a mat in those days. Well, then, all that I said was admirable, and as soon as I had given an order it was considered the best in the world. I was myself a Fetish, my mother having given me birth on a day of rain after a long drought which had reduced our villages to famine." "And what were your functions?" "The same as elsewhere. I was purveyor of provisions to the royal household and I reserved a just share for myself. Matori loved me very much. But I had enemies. They persuaded him that my Fetish was stronger than his, and as he feared my power, he sold me to an English trader who needed carriers for his ivory. It was a long journey to the coast. If a man fell he was gently dispatched on the spot, so that he might not be eaten alive by the beasts, and his load was distributed among the rest of us. Without my Fetish I should have been left behind. I may add that being beaten with a stick helped to keep up my courage." "And what is your Fetish?" "At that time I did not know, but I felt it without knowing. In time we arrived among the English. I was not a slave. Oh, no! but I had been 'engaged,' and in order that I might better fill my 'engagement' they fastened me, with many others, to the wall of a courtyard, by an iron chain." "Poor Mokoubamba!"