After a long hesitation I have been able to baptize him,
although I fear that the taint of heathenism still clings to him. Thus
not six months ago I caught him sacrificing a white cock to the image,
Little Bonsa, in gratitude, as to my horror he explained, for my having
been appointed an Honorary Canon of the Cathedral. I have told him to
take that ugly mask which has been so often soaked in human blood, and
melt it down over the kitchen stove, after picking out the gems in the
eyes, that the proceeds may be given to the poor. _Note._ I had better
see to this myself, as where Little Bonsa is concerned, Jeekie is not to
be trusted. He says (with some excuse) that it has magic, and that if
he melts it down, he will melt down too, and so shall I. How dark and
ridiculous are the superstitions of the heathen! Perhaps, however,
instead of destroying the thing, which is certainly unique, I might sell
it to a museum, and thus spare the feelings of that weak vessel, Jeekie,
who otherwise would very likely take it into his head to waste away and
die, as these Africans do when their nerves are affected by terror of
their fetish."
CHAPTER VII
THE DIARY
Reflecting that time evidently had made little change in Jeekie, Alan
studied this route map with care, and found that it started from Old
Calabar, in the Bight of Biafra, on the west coast of Africa, whence it
ran up to the Great Qua River, which it followed for a long way.
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