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They have been, he acknowledged, no longer black yet yellow humans. If it weren't for the truth that their hair within the firelight seemed various, he can have concept they have been Massarwa (Bushmen), wearing the garments of ‘red strangers. ’ “Massarwa! ” François exclaimed, his center beating quicker. instantly he considered Xhabbo and puzzled if, in any case, a few negative Bushmen had fallen into the palms in their conventional enemies and have been being held as prisoners. “Yes, they can be Massarwa, even supposing i'm really not convinced. but when they're Massarwa,” ’Bamuthi responded, “they are unusual Massarwa simply because they seemed to be in charge of these males. ” “But who probably may such males be, previous Father? ” “I worry, Little Feather, that they're ‘men of the spear’,” ’Bamuthi responded sombrely. “Men of the spear? who're males of the spear, previous Father? ” ’Bamuthi, often so frank, was once all at once reluctant to enter this point of his project. He purely spoke back particularly apologetically that if François had now not heard of the ‘men of the spear’, he had greater wait till leader Mopani or his Ouwa may come and inform him approximately them. They knew way more approximately these items than an ignorant previous guy of the bush did. All that it was once valuable for François to grasp used to be that ’Bamuthi knew them to be the main harmful of guys. “But what may well such males be doing in one of these position at this kind of time? ” François pressed. ’Bamuthi responded that the boys definitely weren't there to be able to visit uLangalibalela. He defined that nearby that outcrop of rock, one other historic tune crossed the only alongside which they have been traveling. It used to be the music which led from the nice Water to the far-away junction of the Chobe and Zambezi rivers, the place there has been a mystery ford right into a state referred to as Caprivi. throughout Caprivi lay the good hinterland of Angola the place, as every body within the bush knew, battling had all started among black and the ‘red strangers. ’ past that ’Bamuthi refused to move, and shortly the comfort of getting him thoroughly again and sitting, drained and hungry, grilling Ousie-Johanna’s scrumptious sausages at once at the flames in their fireplace drove all feel of probability and interest from François’s brain. whereas he have been ready, a very good complete moon had slowly climbed into the sky and, even though it had now not cancelled any of the brilliant, pressing stars of the African sky, it supplied them with a big phosphorescent foreground for his or her gentle to bop upon, that was once as interesting because it used to be appealing. It was once certainly so provocative a moon that François felt relatively unhappy that for Hintza’s sake he had no song to compliment it, for drained as he was once Hintza evidently persisted a critical temptation to serenade the moon. now and then he made little moaning noises, as though in protest to his musical self, and he may press opposed to François’s facet, in order that François needed to stroke him continually to convenience him. Even the 2 heifers seemed equally simply because they too unexpectedly stopped consuming and got here to lie down instantly at the back of ’Bamuthi and François, all of which in spite of everything was once very reassuring to François, for it gave him a hot feeling that the boundaries among guy and animal have been downed through the moon and they have been all a unmarried unit of existence made one with the secret of the bush complete upon them.