Be happy with your star, and if it sets, wait, Macumazahn, wait till it rises again.

It will not be long; one day you will go to sleep, then your eyes will open on another sky, and there your star will be shining, Macumazahn." I made no answer at the time.

I could not bear to talk of such a thing.
But often and often in the after years I have thought of Indaba-zimbi and his beautiful simile and gathered comfort from it.

He was a strange man, this old rain-making savage, and there was more wisdom in him than in many learned atheists--those spiritual destroyers who, in the name of progress and humanity, would divorce hope from life, and leave us wandering in a lonesome, self-consecrated hell.
"Indaba-zimbi," I said, changing the subject, "I have something to say," and I told him of the threats of Hendrika.
He listened with an unmoved face, nodding his white lock at intervals as the narrative went on.

But I saw that he was disturbed by it.
"Macumazahn," he said at length, "I have told you that this is an evil woman.