and at sundown it died in strong convulsions, Samuel
holding it tenderly in his arms.

At midnight Samuel buried the two bodies together in a shallow grave,
over which he piled a quantity of heavy stones to keep off the jackals.
He then went to the little kraal where the goats were kept, and pulled
away the bush which served as a gate, thus leaving the entrance open.
He then divested himself of every article of clothing and ornament, and
placed them in the hut. The fire had gone out, but, after raking about
deep down in the pile of ashes, he found a few embers still alight.
These he placed carefully on a bent wisp of dry grass which he pulled
out of the roof, and which blazed up in a few seconds. He then set fire
to the hut in several places, and went outside. In a few minutes the
hut, being built of wattles and grass, all now as dry as tinder, blazed
up. Samuel stood and watched the fire until the last flame flickered
out. He then turned his back on the heap of glowing embers, and walked
away in the direction of the river.

There is a deep pool in the river a few hundred yards from the spot
where Samuel's hut used to stand, and at one side of it the bank rises
precipitously for about twenty feet. Upon this bank stood Samuel
Gozani, naked as he was born, and he lifted up his voice and spake:

"The white men told me about a God that died for all men, and that
rewards the good and punishes the wicked, but the white man lied about
other things, so I cannot believe him. My father told me about
Tikoloshe, who lives in the water, and pulls people down by the feet
into the darkness. I never knew my father to lie; I want to reach the
darkness, so I will go to Tikoloshe."

He sprang into the pool, and Tikoloshe pulled him down by the feet into
the darkness.

KELLSON'S NEMESIS.

"Take Sin's empty goblet, fling it
Hurtling from some sheer cliff's height,
Winds will bear it up and wing it
Back to thee in devious flight.
Smash it against the rocks--before thee
Laming fragments strew thy path.
Swamp it deep--the waves restore thee
What thou gav'st them, brimmed with wrath."

SHAGBAG'S Soliloquy on the Boomerang.

Night had fallen, although the red glow had not yet quite faded out of
the west, when John Jukes Kellson, the newly appointed Civil
Commissioner and Resident Magistrate of Marsonton, drove down the hill
into the village in which he would henceforth reside and exercise his
official functions. The cart drawn by f