GOOD-BYE, HENDRICK 251 



should be reckoned as a factor towards my 

 abstention, I will not attempt to say. 



We shall soon be old, you and I ; in fact it is 

 almost stretching a point to call ourselves still 

 only middle-aged. We are just a couple of in- 

 effective veterans who can only draw comfort 

 from the bank of our experiences. Aber " wir 

 haben geloebt mid geliebet." 



Good-bye, Hendrick. No more will your 

 keen and faithful eyes hold my vagrant spoor 

 over sand and kanya. No more shall I see your 

 bullet-shaped, pepper-corned head with its 

 oblique eyes and gleaming teeth arising un- 

 expectedly from among the tussocks. For all 

 I know you may have saved me from a dread- 

 ful death. I can recall at least one occasion 

 on which I was positively sure you were wrong 

 in your idea as to the direction in which the 

 camp lay, — yet the event proved you to be 

 right. Had I then been alone, my bones 

 might now be lying white in the heart of Bush- 

 manland. 



And you, Typhon, — I suppose you have 

 awakened to wrath — that your hunched shoul- 

 ders have heaved many times since that day 

 on which my awed eyes beheld your russet 

 mane flung streaming southward on the tem- 

 pest, — I suppose your impotent tentacles still 



