Копи царя Соломона
Our March into the Desert
"Howdoyouknowitwasmybrother?"askedSirHenry.
"Nay,Iknownot.ButtheHottentot,whenIaskedwhatthewhitemanwaslike,saidthathehadthineeyesandablackbeard. Hesaid,too,thatthenameofthehunterwithhimwasJim; thathewasaBechuanahunterandworeclothes."
"Thereisnodoubtaboutit,"saidI;"IknewJimwell."
SirHenrynodded. "Iwassureofit,"hesaid."IfGeorgesethisminduponathinghegenerallydidit.Itwasalwayssofromhisboyhood. IfhemeanttocrosstheSulimanBerghehascrossedit,unlesssomeaccidentovertookhim,andwemustlookforhimontheotherside."
UmbopaunderstoodEnglish,thoughherarelyspokeit.
"Itisafarjourney,Incubu,"heputin,andItranslatedhisremark.
"Yes,"answeredSirHenry,"itisfar. Butthereisnojourneyuponthisearththatamanmaynotmakeifhesetshishearttoit. Thereisnothing,Umbopa,thathecannotdo,therearenomountainshemaynotclimb,therearenodesertshecannotcross,saveamountainandadesertofwhichyouaresparedtheknowledge, ifloveleadshimandheholdshislifeinhishandscountingitasnothing,readytokeepitorloseitasHeavenabovemayorder."
Itranslated.
"Greatwords,myfather,"answeredtheZulu—IalwayscalledhimaZulu,thoughhewasnotreallyone—"greatswellingwordsfittofillthemouthofaman.Thouartright,myfatherIncubu.
