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ed me to you." "I, too, saw you in a dream," said Bosambo; "therefore I arose to meet you, for M'laka, the king of the Lesser Isisi, is like a brother to me." M'laka, who never took his eyes from the brass-coated cylinder, had an inspiration. "This much I beg of you, master and lord," he said; "this I ask, my brother, that my men may be allowed to come into your city and make joyful sacrifices, for that is the custom." Bosambo scratched his chin reflectively. "This I grant," he said; "yet every man shall leave his spear, stuck head downwards into earth--which is our custom before sacrifice." M'laka shifted his feet awkwardly. He made the two little double-shuffle steps which native men make when they are embarrassed. Bosambo's hand went slowly to the tripod. "It shall be as you command," said M'laka hastily; and gave the order. Six hundred dejected men, unarmed, filed through the village street, and on either side of them marched a line of Ochor
