“I see that you have no stomach for pity,” said Bosambo, and re-embarked. Clear of the Akasava city, Bosambo regained his spirits, though the night was stormy and great spots of rain fell at intervals. The further he drew from the Akasava chief the more jovial he became, and he sang a song. “There are fools in the forest,” he bawled musically; “such as the ingonona who walks with his eyes shut; but he is not so great a fool as Sekedimi. “He is like a white man who is newly come to this land. “He is like a child tha…
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