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The People of the Mist by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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that I was too ugly to become their chief, as I was born to be. Then the
Yellow Devil, that same man of whom the woman speaks, fell upon us with
Arabs, and took us to his place, there to await the slave-dhows. He was
a stout man, horrible to see, and elderly. The day the dhows came in I
escaped by swimming; and all the others who remained alive were taken
off in ships to Zanzibar."

"Could you find your way to that place again, Otter?"

"Yes, Baas. It is a hard spot to find, for the path runs through
morasses; moreover the place is secret and protected by water. All of us
slaves were blindfolded during the last day's march. But I worked up
my bandage with my nose--ah! my big nose served me well that day--and
watched the path from beneath it, and Otter never forgets a road over
which his feet have travelled. Also I followed that path back."

"Could you find the spot from here?"

"Yes, Baas. I should go along these mountains, ten days' journey or
more, till we struck the southernmost mouth of the Zambesi below Luabo.
Then I should follow the river down a day's journey. Afterwards two
or more days through the swamps and we come to the place. But it is
a strong place, Baas, and there are many men armed with guns in it;
moreover, there is a big cannon, a 'by-and-by'!"

Again Leonard thought a moment, then he turned to Soa and asked, "Do you
understand Dutch? No? Well I have found out something of this Nest
from my servant. Pereira said that it was eight days' journey from your
master's settlement, so your mistress has been there some three or four
days if she ever reached it. Now, from what I know of the habits of
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