nurse to an infant. You called it pretty names, and
squeaked out your satisfaction each time you stuck it. You old hag! I'm
not of your breed, though they call us of kin. _I_ don't fear you," he
said, observing the expression of her countenance, "I don't fear the
immortal devil!" And he continued his song--

"She beckoned the moon, and the moon came down;
The green earth shrivelled beneath her frown;
But a man's strong will can keep his own."

While he was talking and singing, her call had been answered from the hut.
An animal of some wonderful species had crept out of it, and proceeded to
creep and crawl, moeing and twisting as it went, along the trees and
shrubs which rounded the grass plot. When it came up to the old woman, it
crouched at her feet, and then rose up upon its hind legs and begged. She
took hold of the uncouth beast and began to fondle it in her arms,
muttering something in its ear. At length, when Juba stopped for a moment
in his song, she suddenly flung it right at him, with great force, saying,
"Take that!" She then gave utterance to a low inward laugh, and leaned
herself back against the trunk of the tree upon which she was sitting,
with her knees drawn up almost to her chin.

The blow seemed to act on Juba as a shock on his nervous system, both from
its violence and its strangeness. He stood still for a moment, and then,
without saying a word, he turned away, and walked slowly down the hill, as
if in a maze. Then he sat down....

In an instant up he started again with a great cry, and began running at
the top of his speed. He thought he heard a voice speaking in him; and,
however fast he ran, the voice, or whatever it was, kept up with him. He
rushed through the underwood, trampling and crushing it under his feet,
and scaring the birds and small game which lodged there. At last,
exhausted, he stood still for breath, when he heard it say loudly and
deeply, as if speaking with his own organs, "You cannot escape from
yourself!" Then a terror seized him; he fell down and fainted away.

CHAPTER XXIV.

A MOTHER'S BLESSING.

When his senses returned, his first impression was of something in him not
himself. He felt it in his breathing; he tasted it in his mouth. The brook
which ran by Gurta's encampment had by this time become a streamlet,
though still shallow. He plunged into it; a feeling came upon him as if he
ought to d