ssionary,
labouring day and night to spread the good news among the benighted
heathen, and he one of their own colour? They, too, waiting to welcome
him, to give up their night's rest even, in order to hang upon his
words--truly a heart-stirring picture, was it not?

We shall see.

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Guided by Manamandhla by short cuts across the veldt, the traveller was
not long in reaching his destination. His arrival had been momentarily
expected, and with the first distant sounds of his horse's hoofs, the
carcase of a recently slaughtered goat had been quartered up and placed
upon a fire of glowing embers. The preacher rubbed his fat hands
together with anticipatory delight as his broad nostrils snuffed from
afar the savoury odour of the roast.

"Ah brother, the people are ever hospitable to those who bring them
tidings of the Cause," he remarked, complacently.

"And to those who do not," rejoined the Zulu.

Assuredly the emissary had no reason to complain of the substantial
nature of his reception, and so decided that worthy himself, as he sat
within the chief's hut, tearing the juicy meat from the ribs with his
teeth, and washing it down with huge draughts from the bowls of _tywala_
which had been brought in. Ah, it was good to live like this. Meat--
everywhere--plenty of it, wherever he went--meat--fresh, and succulent
and juicy, as different as day from night to the dried up, tasteless,
insipid stuff to which he sat down when in civilisation. _Tywala_ too--
newly brewed, humming, and, above all, plentiful. Yes, it was good! He
had taken off his black coat and waistcoat, mainly with the object of
preserving them from grease. Indeed had he followed his own inclination
it is far from certain that he would not have taken off everything else.
It was a disgusting spectacle, this fat, smug, black preacher, sitting
there in his shirt, his white choker all awry, tearing at the steaming
bones like a dog, his face and hands smeared with grease; a revolting
sight, immeasurably more so than that of the ring of unclothed savages
who were his entertainers and fellow feasters.

Nothing was heard but the champ of hungry jaws. Such a serious matter
as eating must not be interfered with by conversation. At last there
was very little left of the carcase of the goat but the bones, and one
by one the feasters dropped out and leaned back against the walls of the