Kafir Stories Seven Short Stories

and another was following on its trail. Summer lightnings were gleaming through the soft haze, and distant thunders muttered from time to time. Brown, furry beetles dashed themse

oments' rest in the mild air before taking up her task of preparing the next day's work. The missionary and his w

and saw Samuel Gozani approaching. He came slowly up the steps, and

ng, Samuel,

Elizabeth; you do no

om have

m intently. She had long noticed his demeanour,

"why have you been so strange of la

as if to speak, shifted

et the lessons, and that half the time you are teaching you appear as if you do not know what yo

oat, shifted his feet, and w

w my work is done badly. My heart is so

this he

, but after a pause

believe that all men, wh

rn arguments of the missionary arose and threatened her, pointing with skinny fingers at the abyss which lay in the road of the opposite view, so

good; but if God holds that otherwise all men are equ

lacks are equal to them," said Samuel, speakin

o reply, so after a shor

n the black man comes as near as he can, there is still a gulf that he cannot pass. I am a lonely man, Miss Elizabeth; I have left my own people, and there is no one

sense of great pity; "I have the warmest friendship and re

e held out his hand to the girl, w

l do my duty better, and try to be worthy of

as filled with a vague sense of uneasiness, and she felt that in her conversatio

n his choice fell upon the Song of Solomon. This he read right through. He began it again, and read until he reached t