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Those Were the Real Conquests
Strangehowcorrectaretheinstinctsofthenaturalman!"
Itwasclearthatthenativeshadcomeoutuponthewar-path,foreverymancarriedhisspear—alongbambootippedwithbone—hisbowandarrows,andsomesortofcluborstonebattle-axeslungathisside.Theirdark,angryglancesatthewoodsfromwhichwehadcome,andthefrequentrepetitionoftheword"Doda,"madeitclearenoughthatthiswasarescuepartywhohadsetforthtosaveorrevengetheoldchief’sson,forsuchwegatheredthattheyouthmustbe.Acouncilwasnowheldbythewholetribesquattinginacircle,whilstwesatnearonaslabofbasaltandwatchedtheirproceedings.Twoorthreewarriorsspoke,andfinallyouryoungfriendmadeaspiritedharanguewithsucheloquentfeaturesandgesturesthatwecouldunderstanditallasclearlyasifwehadknownhislanguage.
"Whatistheuseofreturning?"hesaid."Soonerorlaterthethingmustbedone.Yourcomradeshavebeenmurdered.WhatifIhavereturnedsafe?Theseothershavebeendonetodeath.Thereisnosafetyforanyofus.Weareassemblednowandready."Thenhepointedtous."Thesestrangemenareourfriends.Theyaregreatfighters,andtheyhatetheape-menevenaswedo.Theycommand,"herehepointeduptoheaven,"thethunderandthelightning.Whenshallwehavesuchachanceagain?Letusgoforward,andeitherdienoworliveforthefutureinsafety.
