Be my mouth, O Macumazahn, and say my words to the Inkoos Incubu, my master, for I would speak to him and to thee." I was angry with the man, for I am not accustomed to be talked to in that way by Kafirs, but somehow he impressed me, and besides I was curious to know what he had to say.

So I translated, expressing my opinion at the same time that he was an impudent fellow, and that his swagger was outrageous.
"Yes, Umbopa," answered Sir Henry, "I would journey there." "The desert is wide and there is no water in it, the mountains are high and covered with snow, and man cannot say what lies beyond them behind the place where the sun sets; how shalt thou come thither, Incubu, and wherefore dost thou go ?" I translated again.
"Tell him," answered Sir Henry, "that I go because I believe that a man of my blood, my brother, has gone there before me, and I journey to seek him." "That is so, Incubu; a Hottentot I met on the road told me that a white man went out into the desert two years ago towards those mountains with one servant, a hunter.

They never came back." "How do you know it was my brother ?" asked Sir Henry.
"Nay, I know not.

But the Hottentot, when I asked what the white man was like, said that he had thine eyes and a black beard.

He said, too, that the name of the hunter with him was Jim; that he was a Bechuana hunter and wore clothes." "There is no doubt about it," said I; "I knew Jim well." Sir Henry nodded.