The Ivory Trail Part 28
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"No, bwana."
"Then go and get the map!"
"But afterward, what then? She very gali* woman." [*Gali, same as Hindustani kali--cruel, hard, fierce, terrible.]
"Nonsense! Steal the map and bring it here to me. Then I've other work for you. Are you a renegade Muhammedan?"
"No, bwana! No, no! Never! I'm good Moslem."
"Very well. Back to your old business with you! Preach Islam up and down the country. Go and tell all the tribes in British territory that the Germans are coming soon to establish an empire of Islam in Africa!
Good pay and easy living! Does that suit you?"
"Yes, bwana. How much pay?"
"I'll tell you when you bring the map. Now be going!"
Ha.s.san went, after a deal of polite salaaming. Then boys began bringing the German's breakfast, and unless I chose to confess myself an eavesdropper it became my business to be in the tent ahead of them.
So I strode forward as if just arrived and purposely tripped over a tent-rope, stumbling under the awning with a laugh and an apology.
"Who are you?" demanded the German without rising. He had the splay shovel beard described to us in Zanzibar--big dark man, sitting in the doorway of a tent all hung with guns, skins and antlers. He was in night-s.h.i.+rt and trousers--bare feet--but with a helmet on the back of his head.
"A visitor," I answered, "staying at the hotel--out for a morning shot at something--had no luck--got nothing--saw your tents in the distance, and came out of curiosity to find out who you are."
"My name is Professor Schillingschen," he answered, still without getting up. There was no other chair near the awning, so I had to remain standing. I told him my name, hoping that Ha.s.san had either not done so already, or else that he might have so bungled the p.r.o.nunciation as to make it unrecognizable. I detected no sign of recognition on Schillingschen's face.
The boys reached the tent with his breakfast, and one of them dragged a chair from inside the tent for me. I sat down on it without waiting for the professor to invite me.
"I'm tired," I said, untruthfully, minded to refuse an invitation to eat, but interested to see whether he would invite me or not.
"Have you any friends at the hotel?" he asked, looking up at me darkly under the bus.h.i.+est eyebrows I ever saw.
"I've got friends wherever I go," I answered. "I make friends."
"Are you going far?" he demanded, holding out a foot for his boy to pull a stocking on.
"That depends," I said.
"On what?"
"On whether I get employment."
I said that at random, without pausing to think what impression I might create. He pulled the night-s.h.i.+rt off over his head, throwing the helmet to the ground, and sat like a great hairy gorilla for the boy to hang day-clothes on him. He had the hairiest breast and arms I ever saw, hung with lumpy muscles that heightened his resemblance to an ape.
"I might give you work," he said presently, beginning to eat before the boy had finished dressing him.
"I want to travel" I said. "If I could find a job that would take me up and down the length and breadth of this land, that would suit me finely."
"That is the kind of a man I want," he said, eying me keenly. "I have a German, but I need an Englishman. Do you speak native languages?"
"Scarcely a word."
To my surprise he nodded approval at that answer.
"I have parties of natives traveling all over the country gathering folk lore, and ethnographical particulars, but they get into a village and sit down for whole weeks at a time, drawing pay for doing nothing.
I need an Englishman to go with them and keep them moving."
"All well and good," I said, "but I understand the government is not in favor of white men traveling about at random."
"But I am known to the government," he answered. "I have been accorded facilities because of my professional standing. Have you references you can give me?"
"No," I said. "No references."
I thought that would stump him, but on the contrary he looked rather pleased.
"That is good. References are too frequently evidence of back-stairs influence."
All this while he kept eying me between mouthfuls. Whenever I seemed to look away his eyes fairly burned holes in me. Whenever food got in his beard (which was frequently) be used the napkin more as a s.h.i.+eld behind which to take stock of me than as a means of getting clean again. By the time his breakfast was finished his beard was a beastly mess, but he probably had my features from every angle fixed indelibly in his memory. The sensation was that I had been a.n.a.lyzed and card indexed.
"I pay good wages," he remarked, and then stuck his face, beard and all, into the basin of warm water his boy had brought. "Where did you get that rifle?" he demanded, spluttering, and combing the beard out with his fingers.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say "At Zanzibar," but, as that might have started him on a string of questions as to how I came to that place and whom I knew there, I temporized.
"Oh, I bought it from a man."
"That is no answer!" he retorted.
If I had been possessed of much inclination to play deep games and match wits with big rascals I suppose I would have answered him civilly and there and then learned more of his purpose. But I was not prepossessed by his charms or respectful of his claim to superiority.
The German type super-education never did impress me as compatible with good breeding or good sense, and it annoyed me to have to lie to him.
"It's all the answer you'll get!" I said.
"Where is your license for it?" he growled.
The game began to amuse me.
"None of your business!" I answered.
"How long have you been in the country!"
"Since I came," I said.
"And you have no license! You have been out shooting. A lucky thing you came to my camp and not to some other man's! The game laws are very strict!"
He spoke then to a boy who was standing behind me, giving him very careful directions in a language of which I did not know one word. The boy went away.
"The last man who went shooting near Nairobi without a license," he said, "tried to excuse himself before the magistrate by claiming ignorance of the law. He was fined a thousand rupees and sentenced to six months in jail!"
"Very severe!" I said.
The Ivory Trail Part 28
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