He sat on the little carved stool in the centre of the half-moon of huts which constituted his administrative headquarters. “Yet,” he went on, “since this is my land and the people my people, and since I have been set to guard them, it is a shameful thing that robbers should spoil this land.” A fortnight after this a party of Ochori hunters came into the Lombobo country hot on the trail of an elephant. K’maka sent a regiment to seize them and impound the elephant. “For this I say,” said he to his captives, “and my …
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