Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-04

A1ASo upoA uAS hIIAS WeTS 1uSCO, GQ0 as segai handle which lay near was literal ly shivered into threads, and when I took hold of his arm it seemed to me that every bone of it was broken The men with the chief stood gazing silently, while the women walled.
 Great is the magic of Indaba-zimbi, ," said man at length. The chief turned and struck him a heavy blow with the kerrie in his hand.
 Greater or not, thou dog, he shall die." he cried, land so shalt thou if thou singest his praises SO loudly"
 said nothing, but thinking it proba- ble that Indaba-zimbi had shared the fate of his enemy, wont to look. But could see nothing of him, and at length, being thoroughly chilled with the wet, started back to my wagon to get change of clothes. On reaching it was rather surprised to see strange Katf1r seated on the driving-box wrapped up in a blanket.
 ''IIullo! come out of that" said.
 The figure on the box slowly unrolled tho blanket, and with great deliberation took pinch of snuff.
 ''It was good freight, white man, was it not?" said Indab zimbi, in his high, cracked voice. "But he never had q chance against me, poor boy. He knew nothing about it. See, white man, what comes of presumption in the young. It is sad. very sad, but made tho flashes fly, didn't IF"
 "You old humbug," I said, ''unless you are careful you will soon learn what comes of presumption in the old, for your chief is after you with an assegai, and 1t will take all your magic to dodge that"
 "Now, you don't say so," said Indaba- zimbi, clambering off the wagon with rapidity; land all because of this wretched upstart. There's gratitude for you, white man. I expose him, and they want to kill me. Well, thank you for the hint. We shall meet again be- fore long" And he was gone like shot, and not too soon, for just then some men came up to the wagon.
 On tho following morning started homeward. Tho first face saw on ar irving at the station was that of Indaba- zimbi.
 "How do you do, Macumazahn!" he said, holding his head on one side and holding his white lock. ''I hear you are Christians here, and I want to try new religion. Mine must be bad one. seeing that my people wanted to kill me for exposing an impostor." CHAPTER III.
 Imake no apology to myself, or to anybody who may happen to read this narrative in future, for having set out tho manner of my meeting with Indaba- zimbi; first because 1t was curious, and secondly, because he takes some hand in the subsequent events. If that old man was humbug, he was 8 very clever one. What amount of truth there was in his Ipretensiens of supernatural powers 1t is not for me to determine, though I may have my own opinion on the subject. But there was no mistake as to the ex- ttraordinary influence he exercised over his fellow natives. Also he got quite round my poor father. At first the old gentleman declined to have him at tho station, for he had great horror of theso Kafir wizards or witch-fnders. But Indaba-zimbi persuaded himthat he was anxious to investigate the truths of Christianity and challenged him to dis ,cussion. The argument lasted for two years-to the time of my father death, indeed. At the conclusion of each stage
 
 words of the Roman Governor: "Almost praying, white man, thou persuadest me to become Christian" but he never quite became one-indeed, I do not think he ever meant to. It was to hlm that my father addressed his "Letters to a Native Doubter" " This work, which, unfortunately, remains in manuscript, is full of wise saws and learned in. stances. It ought to be published to gether with a precis of the doubter's an swers, which were verbal.
 So the talk went on. If my fathes had lived believe 1t would be going on now, for both the disputants were quito inexhaustible. Meanwhile Indaba-zimbi was allowed to live in the station on condition that he practised no witch craft, which my father firmly believed to be vile of the devils. He said that he would not, but for all that there was
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