In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
to inflict some worse injury on him. Shango 
does not put things off very long, and for this 
reason he is dreaded the more. 
About six months after my arrival in Ejahyay, 
while I was standing at the gate of the mission 
premises, I saw a little boy, said to be possessed 
by the spirit of Shango, issue from a compound 
near the mission chapel. He was soon followed 
by a crowd of people, old and young, piteously 
beseeching him to spare them. As some of these 
people were frequent visitors at the mission 
house and attendants on the chapel services, 1 
thought 1 ought to hasten and see what was the 
matter. Just as I came up, the boy, whose dis¬ 
torted and scowling countenance is still vividly 
impressed on my memory, lighted a torch of 
dried grass at a fire where a woman had been 
cooking and started back with the flaming grass 
toward the door of the compound from which 
he had come. The crowd followed and with 
extended hands implored him to have mercy on 
them and not to burn their house. 
“What will you give me? What will you 
give me ? ” shouted the little fiend. 
“I’ll give you something, you little imp of 
Satan,” I yelled, as 1 darted at him and tried to 
seize him by his Shango tuft. 
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