"That's how they come to be ex! You'll find them in the little box on the shelf, Will.

We'll throw a main for Kazimoto!" "I know a better gamble than that!' "Name it, America." "Bring the coon in and have him choose." So I went out and felt tempted to speak cordially to the homeless ugly black man--to give him a hint that he was welcome.

But it is a fatal mistake to make a "soft" impression on even the best natives at the start.
"Karibu!"* I said gruffly when I had looked him over, using one of the six dozen Swahili words I knew as yet.

[*Karibu, enter, come in.] He arose with the unlabored ease that I have since learned to look for in all natives worth employing; and followed me indoors.

Will and Fred were seated in judicial attitudes, and I took a chair beside them.
"What is your name ?" demanded Fred.
"Kazimoto." "Um-m! That means 'Work-like-the-devil.' Let us hope you live up to it.