IT will not be necessary for me to detail at length the incidents of our journey to Loo.It took two good days'travelling.along Solomon's Great Road,which pursued its even course right into the heart of Kukuanaland.
Suffice it to say that as we went the country seemed to grow richer and richer,and the kraals,with their wide surrounding belts of cultivation,more and more numerous.They were all built upon the same principles as the first one we had reached,and were guarded by ample garrisons of troops.
Indeed,in Kukuanaland,as among the Germans,the Zulus,and the Masai,every able-bodied man is a soldier,so that the whole force of the nation is available for its wars,offensive or defensive.As we travelled along we were overtaken by thousands of warriors hurrying up to Loo to be present at the great annual review and festival,and a grander series of troops I never saw.At sunset on the second day we stopped to rest awhile upon the summit of some heights over which the road ran,and there,on a beautiful and fertile plain before us,was Loo itself.For a native town it was an enormous place,quite five miles round,I should say,with outlying kraals jutting out from it,which served on grand occasions as cantonments for the regiments,and a curious horseshoe-shaped hill,with which we were destined to become better acquainted,about two miles to the north.It was beautifully situated,and through the centre of the kraal,dividing it into two portions,ran a river,which appeared to be bridged at several places,the same,perhaps,that we had seen from the slopes of Sheba's breasts.Sixty or seventy miles away three great snowcapped mountains,placed like the points of a triangle,started up out of the level plain.
The conformation of these mountains was unlike that of Sheba's breasts,being sheer and precipitous,instead of smooth and rounded.
Infadoos saw us looking at them and volunteered a remark:
"The road ends there,"he said,pointing to the mountains,known among the Kukuanas as the "Three Witches.""Why does it end?"I asked.
"Who knows?"he answered,with a shrug;"the mountains are full of caves,and there is a great pit between them.It is there that the wise men of old time used to go to get whatever it was they came to this country for,and it is there now that our kings are buried in the Place of Death.""What was it they came for?"I asked,eagerly.
"Nay,I know not.My lords who come from the stars should know,"he answered,with a quick look.Evidently he knew more than he chose to say.
"Yes,"I went on,"you are right;in the stars we know many things.
I have heard,for instance,that the wise men of old came to those mountains to get bright stones,pretty playthings,and yellow iron.""My lord is wise,"he answered,coldly;"I am but a child and cannot talk with my lord on such things.My lord must speak with Gagool the old,at the king's place,who is wise even as my lord,"and he turned away.
As soon as he was gone I turned to the others and pointed out the mountains."There are Solomon's diamond mines,"I said.
Umbopa was standing with them,apparently plunged in one of the fits of abstraction which were common to him,and caught my words.
"Yes,Macumazahn,"he put in,in Zulu,"the diamonds are surely there,and you shall have them,since you white men are so fond of toys and money.""How dost thou know that,Umbopa?"I asked,sharply,for I did not like his mysterious ways.
He laughed;"I dreamed it in the night,white men,"and then he,too,turned upon his heel and went.
"Now what,"said Sir Henry,"is our black friend at?He knows more than he chooses to say,that is clear.By the way,Quatermain,has he heard anything of -of my brother?""Nothing;he has asked every one he has got friendly with,but they all declare no white man has ever been seen in the country before.""Do you suppose he ever got.here at all?"suggested Good;"we have only reached the place by a miracle;is it likely he could have reached it at all without the map?""I don't know,"said Sir Henry,gloomily,"but somehow I think that I shall find him."Slowly the sun sank,and then suddenly darkness rushed down on the land like a tangible thing.There was no breathing-place between the day and the night,no soft transformation scene,for in these latitudes twilight does not exist.The change from day to night is as quick and as absolute as the change from life to death.The sun sank and the world was wreathed in shadows.But not for long,for see,in the east there is a glow,then a bent edge of silver light,and at last the full bow of the crescent moon peeps above the plain and shoots its gleaming arrows far and wide,filling the earth with a faint refulgence,as the glow of a good man's deeds shines for a while upon his little world after his sun has set,lighting the fainthearted travellers who follow on towards a fuller dawn.
We stood and watched the lovely sight,while the stars grew pale before this chastened majesty,and felt our hearts lifted up in the presence of a beauty we could not realize,much less describe.Mine has been a rough life,my reader,but there are a few things I am thankful to have lived for,and one of them is to have seen that moon rise over Kukuanaland.Presently our meditations were broken in upon by our polite friend Infadoos.
