The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-02-02

happiness on THIS Journey! Most men
must be content to watch the Star from a
long way off, to you it is given to wear
her on your heart. But remember, Macu-
mazahn, remember that stars SET"
Can you not stop your croaking even
| for day." | answered angrily, for his
words sent thrill of fear through me.
GA true prophet must tell the i'll as
well as the good Macumazahn. only
| speak what is on my mind. But what
of it? What is life but loss, loss upon
loss, till life itself be lost. But in death
we may find all the things that we have
lost SO your father taught. Siacuma-
Zahn, and there was wisdom III his gen
tleness. Oh! do not believe in death;
it is change, that is all, Macumazahn.
Look now, the rain falls, the drops of
rain that were once water in the clouds
fall side by side. They sink into Tie
ground; presently the sun will come out,
the earth will be dry, the drops will be
| gone. A fool looks and says the drops
are dead, they will never be one again,
they will never again fall side by side.
But am rain maker, and l know the
ways of rain. 1t is not true. The drops
| will drain into the river and will be one
water there. They will go up into the
clouds again in the mists of morning,
and there will again be as they have
been. We are the drops of rain, Ma
cumazahn. When we fall, that is our
life. When we sink into the ground, that
is death, and when we are drawn up
again TO the sky, what is that, Macuma-
zahn? No! no! when we find, we lose;
and when we seem to lose, then we shall
really find. | am not Christian, Ma
cumazahn, but | am old, and have
watched and seen things that perhaps
Christians do not see. There, I have
spoken. Be happy with your star, and
if it SETS wait, Macumazahn, wait till it
rises again. 1t will not be long: one day
you will go to sleep, then your eyes will
open on another sky, and there your star
VIII be shining, Macumazahn."
made no answer at the time.
could not bear to talk of such thing.
But often and often in the after years
have thought of Indaba-zimbi and his
from it. He was strange man, this old
rain making savage, and there was more
wisdom in him than in many learned
atheists-those spiritual destroyers who,
In the name of progress and humanity,
would divorce hope from life, and leave
us wandering in a lonesome, self con-
secrated hell,
"Indaba-zimbi," l said, changing the
subject, 81 have something to say" and
told him of the threats of Hendrika.
He listened with an unmoved face,
nodding his white lock at interval as the
narrative went on. But l saw that he
was disturbed by it.
"Macumazahn," he said at length,
Il have told you this is an evil woman
She was nourished on baboon milk, and
the baboon nature is in her veins. Such
creatures should be killed, not kept
She will make you mischief if she can.
But 1 will watch her, Macumazahn.
Look, the Star is waiting for you; go,
you.'
So went, nothing loath, for attrac-
tive as was the wisdom of Indaba-zimbi,
I found a deeper meaning in Stella's
simplest word All the rest of that day
l passed in her company, and the greater
part of the two following days. AT last
came Saturday night, the eve of our
marriage. 1t rained that night, SO we
did not go out. but spent the evening in