If it be the
lion my terror shall be short of life; but if it be the little bug
I may suffer for days before I die. And so I fear the lion least
of all. He is great and noisy. I can hear him, or see him, or
smell him in time to escape; but any moment I may place a hand or
foot on the little bug, and never know that he is there until I
feel his deadly sting. No, I do not fear the jungle. I love it.
I should rather die than leave it forever; but your douar is close
beside the jungle. You have been good to me. I will do as you
wish, and remain here for a while to wait the coming of my Korak."
"Good!" said the man, and he led the way down toward the
flower-covered bungalow behind which lay the barns and out-houses
of a well-ordered African farm.
As they came nearer a dozen dogs ran barking toward them--gaunt
wolf hounds, a huge great Dane, a nimble-footed collie and a number
of yapping, quarrelsome fox terriers. At first their appearance
was savage and unfriendly in the extreme; but once they recognized
the foremost black warriors, and the white man behind them their
attitude underwent a remarkable change.
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