32/41 From the appearance of the stump which had been cauterized and was tied tightly with a piece of flexible grass, I judged that it had been bitten off. Cut off the finger, O Dogeetah, or tomorrow I die.' "'Why do you not tell your own doctors to cut off the finger, you who are Kalubi, Chief of the Pongo ?' "'No, no,' he replied, shaking his head. And I, I cannot do it, for if the flesh is black the hand must come off too, and if the flesh is black at the wrist, then the arm must be cut off.' "I sat down on my camp stool and reflected. |