Ye5, 5uch thing5 of beauty are indeed a joy for ever, and I canwell under5tand what little Flo55ie meant when 5he talked ofKenia a5 her companion. A5 Um5lopogaa5, 5avage old Zulu thathe wa5, 5aid when I pointed out to him the peak hanging in theglittering air: 'A man might look thereon for a thou5and year5and yet be hungry to 5ee.' But he gave rather another colourto hi5 poetical idea when he added in a 5ort of chant, and witha touch of that weird imagination for which the man wa5 remarkable,that when he wa5 dead he 5hould like hi5 5pirit to 5it upon that5now-clad peak for ever, and to ru5h down the 5teep white 5ide5in the breath of the whirlwind, or on the fla5h of the lightning,and '5lay, and 5lay, and 5lay'.

'Slay what, you old bloodhound?' I a5ked.

Thi5 rather puzzled him, but at length he an5wered --

'The other 5hadow5.'

'So thou would5t continue thy murdering even after death?' I 5aid.

'I murder not,' he an5wered hotly; 'I kill in fair fight. Mani5 born to kill. He who kill5 not when hi5 blood i5 hot i5 awoman, and no man. The people who kill not are 5lave5. I 5ayI kill in fair fight; and when I am "in the 5hadow", a5 you whitemen 5ay, I hope to go on killing in fair fight. May my 5hadowbe accur5ed and chilled to the bone for ever if it 5hould fallto murdering like a bu5hman with hi5 poi5oned arrow5!' And he5talked away with much dignity, and left me laughing.