The record-union., 1895-07-06

in with dogs to turn US out And they
beat drums and call US names. But we
don't take any notice of that. Then
they send in more, and some of them
have guns which they fire of. Some
times they have hit him with a bullet, or
perhaps he is only too angry TO keep
quiet any longer. and out he comes with
q roar, and then the fun begins. All the
dogs bark, and all the slaves shout, and
the Arabs begin firing all together. And
that is our time. Out we rush, roaring
as loud as we can, and what with the
dust and what with the noise, it's really
impossible to say what happens. But
we knock over as many slaves as we can.
and the rest all run away. and, all of
sudden, just as quickly as it began, the
scrimmage was over! The dogs have all
vanished, the Arabs are on their horses,
riding round and round as hard as they
can, and the slaves are running as last as
their legs will take them out of sight.
Then we ali hide again among the Wild
melons and the thorn bushes. and II
lion has been killed the Arabs drive some
slaves back and they tie it TO pole and
carry it away to their camp. And it al
ways ends in the same way. There are
about hundred of them, and they get
perhaps one lion among them, and there
are five or six of us, and we get slave or
two apiece. For the Arabs do not trouble
about the slaves"
"Then you don't often catch any of the
Arabs?"
mo. They keep near their horses, and
as soon as they have fired they mount and
are On-just as Tippoo Tib did, but Che
didn't tell Stanley l nearly had him, and
the tip of his white burnouse streaming
out behind him as he rode actually tipped
my nose"
"Pm afraid you're wicked old unre-
of nd hnu Il or
caught yourself?'
"Ah! it was goats that did It. / never
could resist goats. And one afternoon
there was great hullabaloo close to
where was lying asleep. And got up
and looked out, and there was crowd OF
slaves making al encampment. never
saw such big one And they had got
regular herd of cattle with them, and oh !!
ever so many goats. So | lay low and
waited till dark, and then out l went. 1t
was lovely night, a little rain falling,
and as dark as could be. And L Went
around the camp till l came to where the
goats were, and that was enough for ME.
| never looked to see where l was jump
ing, but over l went-plump into pit
fall that the slaves had dug III front OF the
goats. 1t served me right for being such
fool. And then the mon came running
out with torches and spears, and one OF
them threw his assegai at me. Yes, that's
the scar-and they could have killed me
easily, for l couldn't get out. But the
great man came up and the noise ali
stopped. 1t was the Sultan himself who
was travelling. And he wouldn't have
me killed. So they tied me with ever so
many ropes and put me into wagon and
carried me off to Zanzibar, and here L
am"
"Well, do you mind it mucn?"
81 can't say do. OF course, there are
things | miss Oh! it was sport, L tell
you, royal sport, to lie of an evening by
the track that led down to the pool, and
the moon going in and out of the clouds,
and to watch the Zebras and antelopes
going down SO warily to drink, and then
to pick out fat young Gland and stalk
him, and then all of sudden to dash out
with a roar and kill him with blow! L
miss that and | miss the goats. But Pm
very comfortable here. L get just enough
to eat never to feel hungry, and my wife
is with me. Besides. L was growing old,
and it took me often long time to catch
my dinner. Did you ever have to run
about all over the place after your din
ner?"
Never. It's always caught for me-"
"Ahl It makes all the difference,
doesn't it? Then you don't know how
mad it makes you to chlvvy meal
about among a lot of thorn bushes. and
perhaps not catch it after all" And here
he gave prodiglous yawn, showing the
few blunt teeth he had left, and stretched
himself at full length with his back to
me.
That's very uncivil way Of saying
good-by. / suppose, you aged reprobate.
you mean me to go?"
But his eyes were already closed and.
except for the tuft at the end of his tail,
which kept tapping the floor, the shabby
old monster was asleep. Dreaming, per-
haps, of scrimmage In the desert and of
the flying figure, with it's white burnouse
streaming out behind it, OF Tippoo Tib,
the slave hunter.-Philip Robinson in the
English illustrated Magazine.