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Happening to glance through the office window 

 I caught sight of Memba Sasa again across the 

 street, squatted on his heels, his gaze fixed un- 

 waveringly on my face. So it was for two days. 

 When I tried to approach him, he glided away, 

 so that I got no further speech with him ; but 

 always, quietly and unobtrusively, he returned 

 to where he could see me plainly. He considered 

 that our interview had terminated our official re- 

 lations, but he wanted to see the last of the 

 bwana with whom he had journeyed so far. 



One makes many acquaintances as one knocks 

 about the world ; and once in a great many 

 moons one finds a friend a man the mere fact 

 of whose existence one is glad to realize, whether 

 one ever sees him again or not. These are not 

 many, and they are of various degree. Among 

 them I am glad to number this fierce savage. 

 He was efficient, self-respecting, brave, staunch, 

 and loyal with a great loyalty. I do not think 

 I can better end this book than by this feeble 

 tribute to a man whose opportunities were not 

 many, but whose soul was great. 



THE END. 



