THE MAGIC BONE
Let us now follow Simba, Mali-ya-bwana, and their six men and the two
strange _shenzis_ who were to act as guides.
They started off across the veldt at about four o'clock of the
afternoon and travelled rapidly until dark. The gait they took was not
a run, but it got them over the ground at four and a half to five miles
an hour. Shortly after sundown they stopped for an hour, ate, drank,
and lay flat on their backs. Then they arose, lighted a candle end in
the mica lantern, and resumed their journey. Thus they travelled day
and night for three days. There seemed to be neither plan nor
regularity to their journeying. Whenever they became tired enough to
sleep, they lay down and slept for a little while; whenever they became
hungry, they ate; and whenever they thirsted, they drank, paying no
attention whatever to the time of day, the state of their larder, or
the distance to more water. No ideas of conservation hampered them in
the least. If the water gave out, they argued, they would be thirsty;
but it was as well to be thirsty later from lack of water than to be
thirsty now from some silly idea of abstention. No white man could have
travelled successfully under that system. Nevertheless, the little band
held together and arrived in the fringe of hills fit and comparatively
fresh.
Here they encountered people belonging to M'tela's tribes; but their
guides seemed to vouch for them, and they passed without trouble.
Indeed they were here enabled to get more food, and to waste no time
hunting. At noon of another day, surmounting a ridge, they looked down
on a marching safari. The two _shenzi_ guides pointed and grinned, much
pleased with themselves. Their pleasure was short lived; for they were
promptly seized, disarmed, and tied together. The grieved astonishment
of their expressions almost immediately faded into fatalistic
stolidity. So many things happen in Africa!
Mali-ya-bwana and one of the other men proceeded rapidly ahead on the
general line of march. The rest paralleled the safari below. After an
hour the scouts returned with news of a water-hole where, undoubtedly,
the strange safari would camp. All then hurried on.
Concealed in a thicket Simba proceeded with great zest to make himself
over into a _shenzi_. In every savage is a good deal of the small boy;
so this disguising himself pleased him immensely. Taking the spear in
one hand and the "sacred bone" reverently in the other, he set out to
intercept the safari.
It came within the hour. Simba almost unremarked regarded it curiously.
There were over a hundred men, all of tribes unknown to him with the
exception of a dozen who evidently performed the higher offices. The
common porters were indeed _shenzis_--wild men--picked up from jungle
and veldt as they were needed; and not at all of the professional
porter class to be had at Mombasa; Nairobi, Dar-es-salaam, or Zanzibar.
Simba's eyes passed over them contemptuously, but rested with more
interest on the smaller body of _askaris_, headmen, and gun bearers.
These also were of tribes strange to him; but of East African types
with which he was familiar. They were all dressed in a sort of uniform
of khaki, wore caps with a curtain hanging behind, and arm bands gayly
emblazoned with imperial eagles. All this was very impressive. Simba
conceived a respect for this white man's importance. Evidently he was a
_bwana m'kubwa_. The supposed savage experienced a growing excitement
over the task he had undertaken. All his training had taught him to
respect the white man, as such; and now he was called upon to abduct
forcibly one of the sacred breed--and such a specimen! Only Simba's
undoubted force of character, and the veneration his long association
with Kingozi had inculcated, sustained him.
For Winkleman was a big man in every way: tall, broad, thick, with a
massive head, large features, and such a tremendous black beard! Well
had he deserved his native name of _Bwana_ Nyele--the master with the
mane.
Simba awaited the moment of greatest confusion in the placing and
pitching of the camp, and then advanced timidly, holding out the bone
Kingozi had given him. His courage and faith were very low. They
revived instantly as he saw the immediate effect. It was just as
Kingozi had told him it would be; and as there was nothing on earth in
a bit of dry bone that could accomplish such an effect except magic,
Simba thenceforward went on with his adventure in completed confidence.
For at sight of the bone _Bwana_ Nyele's eyes lit up, he uttered an
astonishing bellow of delight, and sprang forward with such agility for
so large a man that he almost succeeded in snatching the talisman from
Simba's hands. Acting precisely on his instructions the latter backed
away, pointing over the hill.
"Where did you get that?" Winkleman demanded.
Simba continued to point.
"Give it me."
Simba started away, still pointing. Winkleman followed a few steps.
"There is more?" he asked. "Do you speak Swahili?"
"Many more, _bwana_," Simba replied in the atrocious Swahili Kingozi
had ordered. "Over there only a little distance."
Everything turned out as Kingozi had promised. Bwana Nyele asked
several more questions, received no replies, finally bellowed:
"But lead me there, _m'buzi!_ I would see!"
Simba guided him up the hill. At the appointed spot they fell upon him
and bore him to the earth in spite of his strength, and bound his hands
behind his back. Then Simba wrapped the magic bone reverently in its
cloth. Certainly it was wonderful magic.
Winkleman put up a good fight, but once he felt himself definitely
overpowered he ceased his struggles. He was helped to his feet. A
glance at his captors taught him that these were safari men and not
savages of the country; and, with full knowledge of the general
situation, he was not long in guessing out his present plight. But now
was not the time for talk.
A half-hour's walk took the party to a second water-hole, the
indications for which Simba had already noted on his little scouting
tour. There they proceeded to make camp. The six porters began with
their swordlike _pangas_ to cut poles and wattles, to peel off long
strips of inner bark from the thorn trees which would serve as withes.
Then they began the construction of a _banda_, one of the quickly built
little thatched sheds, open at both ends. At sight of this Winkleman
swore deeply. He was fairly trapped, and knew it; but the _banda_
indicated that he was to be held prisoner in this one spot for at least
some days. However, wise man in native ways, he said nothing and made
no objection. But his keen wide eyes took in every detail.
When the _banda_ was finished and a big pile of the dried hay had been
spread as a couch Simba approached respectfully but firmly, took
_Bwana_ Nyele's helmet from his head, his spine-pad from his back, and
his shoes from his feet. In this strategy Winkleman with reluctance
admired the white man's hands. Without head and spine covering of some
sort he could not travel a mile under the tropic sun; without foot
covering or a light he would be helpless at night. Of course these
things could be improvised; but not easily. He stretched himself on the
hay and awaited events.
The men built a fire and gathered around it. They were cooking, but at
the same time the two whom Winkleman recognized as leaders conferred
earnestly and at great length. Had he been at their elbows he would
have heard the following:
"The magic of this bone is a very great magic," Simba was saying. "All
happened exactly as _Bwana_ Kingozi told us. Now is the fifth day.
There remain now nine days to wait until we must bring this _m'zungu_
to _Bwana_ Kingozi at the _manyatta_ of M'tela."
"It is indeed great magic," agreed Mali-ya-bwana. "How many days is the
_manyatta?_"
"I do not know. These _shenzis_ should know; but they talk only monkey
talk. Here, let us try." He drew one of the prisoners one side.
"M'tela," he enunciated slowly.
The savage nodded, and pointed the direction with his protruded lower
lip.
Simba indicated the sun, and swept his hand across the arc of the
heavens. Then he looked inquiringly at the other and held up in rapid
success first one, then two, then three fingers. The savage was
puzzled. Simba went through the movements of a man walking, pronounced
the name of M'tela, pointed out the direction, and then repeated his
previous pantomime. A light broke on the _shenzi_. He held up four
fingers.
Simba next called to Mali-ya-bwana to interrogate the other prisoner
apart. As the latter also reported M'tela four days distant--when he
understood--this was accepted as the truth.
"Then we remain in camp five days," they concluded, after working out
the subtraction.
"But," intervened one of the porters, "we have no more _potio_."
"I have the _bwana's_ gun," Simba pointed out, "and also the gun of
this _m'zungu_. There is here plenty of game."
"To eat meat always is not well," grumbled the porter.
"To eat _kiboko_ (whip) is always possible," replied Simba grimly.
"Nevertheless," said Mali-ya-bwana, who as co-leader was privileged to
more open speech, "_potio_ and meat are better than meat only."
Simba looked at him inquiringly.
"You have a thought?"
Mali-ya-bwana leaned forward.
"It is this: If the bone has such great magic that thus we can take
prisoner a mighty _bwana_ like this, surely it is powerful enough to
fight also against safari men."
Simba pondered this.
"Every one knows that a white man is a great Lord," urged
Mali-ya-bwana, "and that it is useless for the black man to fight
against him. This is true always. Every man knows this."
"Black men have killed white men," Simba objected.
"Only when the numbers were many. Even then many more black men also
have died, so that the painting for mourning went through many tribes.
Never before have men like us taken a white man thus easily."
"That is true."
"Then since this magic bone can subdue for us a great lord of a
_m'zungu_, surely it will also subdue for us a safari of black men like
ourselves, a safari that the _m'zungu_ has held in his hand."
"That is true."
"And that safari must have much _potio_"
"That also is true."
"Let you--or me, it does not matter--take the magic bone, and with it
take also this safari and its _potio_."
"I will do it," assented Simba after a moment. "You will stay here to
carry out the _bwana's_ orders."