"To tell you the truth, the elements of the crisis of Headman Glowabyola were somewhat involved.

The original dispute was difficult for a foreigner to understand--it was, in fact, the Schleswig-Holstein question of Kafalonga." "You settled it, anyway," suggested Ella.

"You were the Bismarck of what's-its-name ?" "I doubled the parts of Bismarck and Von Moltke," said he.
"And that's why they worshiped you as their god?
I don't wonder at the heathen in his blindness doing that.

Any man who was the same as Bismarck and Von Moltke would certainly shoulder a deity out of his way," laughed Ella.
"It so happened, however, that my deification was due neither to my recognition as a diplomatist nor as a military strategist," said the explorer.

"No, they wanted something beyond the mere fighting man to worship, and my knowledge of that fact combined with their paeans of victory--to the _obbligato_ of a solid iron-wood drum beaten with the thigh bones of the conquered--to keep me awake at night.