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But I wander from my point, which is that a clever man or woman among

the people whom we call savages is in all essentials very much the same

as a clever man or woman anywhere else.

Here in England every child is educated at the expense of the Country,

but I have not observed that the system results in the production of

more really able individuals. Ability is the gift of Nature, and that

universal mother sheds her favours impartially over all who breathe.

No, not quite impartially, perhaps, for the old Greeks and others were

examples to the contrary. Still, the general rule obtains.

To return. Mameena was a very able person, as she chanced to be a very

lovely one, a person who, had she been favoured by opportunity, would

doubtless have played the part of a Cleopatra with equal or greater

success, since she shared the beauty and the unscrupulousness of that

famous lady and was, I believe, capable of her passion.

I scarcely like to mention the matter since it affects myself, and

the natural vanity of man makes him prone to conclude that he is the

particular object of sole and undying devotion. Could he know all the

facts of the case, or cases, probably he would be much undeceived, and

feel about as small as I did when Mameena walked, or rather crawled, out

of the hut (she could even crawl gracefully). Still, to be honest--and

why should I not, since all this business "went beyond" so long

ago?--I do believe that there was a certain amount of truth in what she

said--that, for Heaven knows what reason, she did take a fancy to me,

which fancy continued during her short and stormy life. But the reader

of her story may judge for himself.

Within a fortnight of the day of my discomfiture in the hut I was quite

well and strong again, my ribs, or whatever part of me it was that the

buffalo had injured with his iron knees, having mended up. Also, I was

anxious to be going, having business to attend to in Natal, and, as no

more had been seen or heard of Saduko, I determined to trek homewards,

leaving a message that he knew where to find me if he wanted me. The

truth is that I was by no means keen on being involved in his private

war with Bangu. Indeed, I wished to wash my hands of the whole matter,

including the fair Mameena and her mocking eyes.

So one morning, having already got up my oxen, I told Scowl to inspan

them--an order which he received with joy, for he and the other boys

wished to be off to civilisation and its delights. Just as the operation

was beginning, however, a message came to me from old Umbezi, who begged

me to delay my departure till after noon, as a friend of his, a big

chief, had come to visit him who wished much to have the honour of

making my acquaintance. Now, I wished the big chief farther off, but, as

it seemed rude to refuse the request of one who had been so kind to me,

I ordered the oxen to be unyoked but kept at hand, and in an irritable

frame of mind walked up to the kraal. This was about half a mile from

my place of outspan, for as soon as I was sufficiently recovered I

had begun to sleep in my wagon, leaving the big hut to the

"Worn-out-Old-Cow."