Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-04

charmed life and led Nooraballyma cast few jibes
toward us.
HALF dozen Whoorahs popped up with their chief
= tain IN their midst. They fired pointblank al
and sent volev back Mooraballyma
manned standing unscathed; and, making profound
salaamcd and boys looked at him with impotent
rage, sssyboy guest ierked the pump Of his rifle
threw the gun to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger
There just that solo eshot cracked out, and
everyone Of us knew who had fired it. Moorabayma
slowly crmped up fell over outside the barricade and
lay sprawlcd out the ground dead.
The Whoorah capital capitulated. We carried MORA
balymas head back to Robertsport and presented TO
Governor Watson evidence OF the old mans death.
Also Of my carried several choice specimens
of Ethiopian crsna which had been selected from the
collection upon the barrica6c posts. The old
that had deficd the authorities for many years
burned its barcade destroyed its warriors and people
scattered. and the headcss body of great chief
buried in grave with that Of dog-a method Of
seputure that insured the future ignomny OF MORA
ballyma among all good N1ohammedans.
RUT Of all conquering armies the saddest
a triumphant way homeward. Seefasday morose
and grouchy, Blue Fish sullen and resentful and
the entire native contingent seemed to be weighted
down with overburden of TestlesSneSs and dlSSatlS
faction Edging over toward Seefasday an inquiry was
put to him to the lack of that Joy which should per-
meate his feelings.
with US and kill Ole NJ an Mooraballymao Moorabayma
didn't hurt any of his people He had no right to
kill um Jes me and Blue Fish and plenty of us Vey
people what Moorabalyna hurt, must have been
the ones to kill the ole man
That seemed to be the sentiment of all the natives
Our guest had been too accurate with his rifle and had
robbed them of the glory of killing Moorabayma. and
amount of argument could persuade them to cast
aside their resentment
The news of the demise of the old Whoorah cheftan
had spread fast and wide and when arrived at
Robertsport there gathered large assemblage OF
natives from all parts of the lake country who had come
to be the head of the dead tyrant and dance and
feast in honor of his beneticent elimination. In the
throng appeared my friend Mamboura, and with him
arrangement made for the future custody and
entertainment of guest. After the cessation of the
festivities Manboura took him up country, showed him
a touch of Guinea high life in the way of big game hunt
ing and then passed him along to friends farther
west Eventually he reached Freetown. in Sierra Leone
where he awaited the arrival of the Liberia and with
Captain Crocker sailed away to America But his
cherished in certain circles of African society
On green hillside overlooking beautiful Lake Pesou
is little pam-cusered cemetery, patronized literally
by missionaries of the surrounding country and in
queer little round grave down in the depths
of which lies only small childs head. For
there is tall iron rod, the top of which wabbles
sun-bleached skull, gruesome concession by the
Christian missionaries to a savage superstition. The
head in the grave that of AIonana the happy little
Vev maiden of years ago; the skull the rod is that
of Moorabalyma the powerful and much feared
War King of the Whoorahs. No grave in the world Is
carefully watched better protected than that of
little Brick Top.