Whenever it was produced food, bearers,
canoes, or whatever else I might want were forthcoming as though by
magic. Great is the fame of Big and Little Bonsa in all that part of
West Africa, although, strange as it may seem, the outlying tribes
seldom mention them by name. If they must speak of either of these
images which are supposed to be man and wife, they call it the
'Yellow-God-who-lives-yonder.'"
Not another word of all this strange history could Alan decipher, so
with aching eyes he shut up the stained and tattered volume, and at
last, just as the day was breaking, fell asleep.
At eleven o'clock on that same morning, for he had slept late, Alan rose
from his breakfast and went to smoke his pipe at the open door of the
beautiful old hall in Yarleys that was clad with brown Elizabethan
oak for which any dealer would have given hundreds of pounds. It was a
charming morning, one of those that comes to us sometimes in an English
April when the air is soft like that of Italy and the smell of the earth
rises like that of incense, and little clouds float idly across a sky
of tender blue. Standing thus he looked out upon the park where the elms
already showed a tinge of green and the ash-buds were coal black.
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