But how do those who dwell on it climb that precipice ?" "It cannot be climbed," he answered, "but there is a road which I am about to travel who go to worship the Child.

Yet I have told you, Macumazana, that any strangers who seek to walk that road find death.

If they do not believe me, let them try," he added meaningly.
Then, after many inquiries about my health, he informed me that news had reached him to the effect that the Black Kendah were mad at the loss of their crops which the hail had destroyed and because of the near prospect of starvation.
"Then soon they will be wishing to reap yours with spears," I said.
"That is so.

Therefore, my Lord Macumazana, get well quickly that you may be able to scare away these crows with guns, for in fourteen days the harvest should begin upon our uplands.

Farewell and have no fears, for during my absence my people will feed and watch you and on the third night I shall return again." After Harut's departure a deep depression fell upon all of us.