The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-12-08

struggle between his scruples and his kind
Iier feelings; but he presently, with great
care, unfolds and spreads before the Won
dering eyes of his credulous host the tam
talizing title deed to heavenly property,
the surveyed plan of the domains (of
course on greatly reduced scale, but
beautifully colored), free from all 'con-
tingent remainders" or membranes
whatsoever.
With their foreheads now brought nearly
in contact they pore over the wonderful
| book, and our hero proceeds to eXpatiate
on the transcendent sources of unalloyed
happiness in store for him; to explain in
glowing terms the merits of the several
lots so clearly defined by settled bounda-
ries. Pc refers particularly to the center
of the middle lot as the location OF his
olofl house:
Fine house there, very fine; fine piazza:
fine hammock, too; close by that cotton
tree-an them palms-and that fine river;
plenty gold in that river"
Abr. exclaimed the chief.
PLENTY, plenty! reiterates his ex-
positor; mo alligator there, no shark
there
He now enlarges on the exuberant fer
tility of the land the never failing crop
of rice and corn. and cassava and yams;
the perpetual serenity and purity of the
"Hab tobacco dere?" asks the old man;
rum, too?"
"F-i-n-e tobacco fine, fine, very fine
too much rum, too much!" is the ready
reply.
i'No tornado there he continued. mo
saucy sea; no thunder, no lightning, 10
thieves, no quarrel, no fight, no slaves"
What" exclaims the chief, interrupt
ing him again, "No slaves?"
"Slaves? No." he emphatically replies.
''No want slaves there; no work there; no
trouble there; no witches; no critics; no
'punah and red water there; no wicked
wangka there; Mumbo Jumbo no come
there; no want fetish and gree-gree there;
all happy there. Nothing, nothing like
what nc have down here"
The poor old chief is nearly driven to
ecstatic madness. One idea, now, alone,
absorbs his mind. If he could only obtain
one of those lots-only one! But the g low
of hope, which is acting as powerful
diaphoretic, is suddenly checked by the
anguish inroad of despair, as he Sees with
almost idiotic stupor, his companion again
folding the previous allotments. replacing
them within his robe and coolly leaving
his good friend" to his meditations.
The Karamojah now makes preparations
for his departure, he has important mat
ters to attend to elsewhere, and he begs
his dear friend to lend him few slaves to
carry his merchandise to Calabash Creek,
where his canoe awaits him.
"Karamojah, do him friend lilly Tabor,
too2" asked the chief, with faltering voice.
ITO be surel" replies his companion;
"what will / not-that l can do to serve
one | so much esteem. l know what you
wish for and you shall have It'll" The
countenance of the chief brightens. "You
want another gree-gree?"
mo, no-no want gree-gree," excIaims
the old man, very despondently. "Kara-
moiah let him hab one lot in heaven-only
one-or part of one, just for bunyah "a
PRESENT."
No wonder the Book man is astonished at
such request. He shows 1t; he DELHI
crates and then with profound gravity
observes:
Really, my friend, you make my heart
lie down with grief. / ought not to have
shown You that big book. l would gladly
serve you in any way, but, it's very pro-
voking, you ask too much-too much.
But I shall see you again soon and then"
What moment for the chief! The
question which he cannot suppress at once
hurries into utterance-
"Why, then you no sell me one lot-only
oalep'
We'll, perhaps I might do that, though
/ would rather give you one if | could, and
as it is cannot really take the full value
from you"
"Ten me, tell me how much 2" impa-
JlGHtIy CtIcS Ilc CLlcis lt DOOh-l1di LlSd-
itates and counts his fingers in debating
the question with himself. LET me see
yes-I think might manage to do so"-he
pauses-"the old man has been very KIND,
very"-he pauses again-the old man signs.
at IS quite a sacrifice he continues, Ger
tainly but-yes-I suppose | must.
'Well, my worthy friend, if l do let you
have one lot, / ought not to have less than
ten good slaves the chief is staggered,
but, as l really feel in your debt and wish
to obligc you, | must say seven, though
it's a great sacrifice, certainly"
"Segen good slaves is great deal" says
the chief.
"Yes," rejoins the Karamojah, "down
here, not up there-don't want slaves
there"
old man doubtingly.
"Quite, quite sure" is the prompt reply.
"WelI, we'll: yes, yes" vehemently ex-
claims the chief, you shall hab seben."