ees for guiding
me to where I had heard so sweet and mysterious a melody, or hated and
defied Him as now, it all came from Him--love and hate, good and evil.

But I know--I knew then--that in one thing my philosophy was false, that
it was not the whole truth; that though my cries did not touch nor come
near Him they would yet hurt me; and, just as a prisoner maddened at
his unjust fate beats against the stone walls of his cell until he falls
back bruised and bleeding to the floor, so did I wilfully bruise my own
soul, and knew that those wounds I gave myself would not heal.

Of that night, the beginning of the blackest period of my life, I shall
say no more; and over subsequent events I shall pass quickly.

Morning found me at a distance of many miles from the scene of my duel
with the Indian, in a broken, hilly country, varied with savannah and
open forest. I was well-nigh spent with my long march, and felt that
unless food was obtained before many hours my situation would be indeed
desperate. With labour I managed to climb to the summit of a hill about
three hundred feet high in order to survey the surrounding country, and
found that it was one of a group of five, and conjectured that these
were the five hills of Uritay and that I was in the neighbourhood of
Managa's village. Coming down I proceeded to the next hill, which was
higher; and before reaching it came to a stream in a narrow valley
dividing the hills, and proceeding along its banks in search of a
crossing-place, I came full in sight of the settlement sought for. As I
approached, people were seen moving hurriedly about; and by the time I
arrived, walking slowly and painfully, seven or eight men were standing
before the village' some with spears in their hands, the women and
children behind them, all staring curiously at me. Drawing near I cried
out in a somewhat feeble voice that I was seeking for Managa; whereupon
a gray-haired man stepped forth, spear in hand, and replied that he was
Managa, and demanded to know why I sought him. I told him a part of my
story--enough to show that I had a deadly feud with Runi, that I had
escaped from him after killing one of his people.

I was taken in and supplied with food; my wound was examined and
dressed; and then I was permitted to lie down and sleep, while Managa,
with half a dozen of his people, hurriedly started to visit the scene of
my fight with Kua-ko, not only to verify my story, but partly with the
hope of