Chapter 63

Two days further up the River he came to the Ochori and found Bosambo’s people in mourning. The chief waited his master’s coming in the dark of his hut and Sanders went in to see him. “Bosambo,” he said, soberly, “this is bad hearing.” “Lord,” moaned the chief, “I wish I were dead—dead as my firstborn who lies in the hut of my wife.” He rocked to and fro in his grief, for Bosambo had the heart of a child, and in this little son, who had counted its existence by days, was centred all the ambition of his life. “God b…