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had bound him, and asked them to give him food, 
a hut to sleep in, and to be kind to him, hoping 
that tactful treatment might induce him to remain 
comfortably among his fellows. I gave him clothes, 
but after wearing them a few hours he discarded 
them altogether and never wore them again. 
During the week or so that he stayed with me, he 
remained most of the time in the seclusion of his 
hut, as if averse to mix with human beings, and 
after going and seeing him a few times, I came to 
the conclusion that his mind was beyond all hope 
of return to the normal. Then, one morning, 
when my boy wakened me, he told me that the 
wild man had gone back to the pori. During the 
night, when all were asleep, he had quietly slipped out 
of our camp and returned to his retreat in the lonely 
Golambepo Mountains. I never saw him again, 
but every time I chance upon slaves in my travels, 
it recalls to me the sad story of that poor maniac 
wandering homeless through the trackless forests, 
once a human being, now scarcely more than a 
wild beast, a tragic example of ‘ man’s inhumanity 
to man.’ 
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