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" He tallied with that description. A wicked old
face! He was blear-eyed, brown as a mummy, and so fat that his legs had
long ago ceased to be any use save as a precarious support while
standing. He rode, in gorgeous apparel, on a milk-white donkey which
was led by two pretty choristers in blue. Attached to the end of a long
pole, a green umbrella of Gargantuan proportions, adorned with red
tassels, protected his wrinkled head from the rays of the sun. One hand
clutched some religious object upon which his eyes were glued in a
hypnotic trance, the other cruised aimlessly about the horizon, in the
act of benediction.
Mumbo-jumbo, thought Mr. Heard.
Yet he looked without wincing at the caricature of Christianity. It was
like an act in a pantomime. He had seen funnier things in Africa. Among
the Bitongos, for instance. They would have enjoyed this procession,
the Bitongos. They were Christians; had taken to the Gospel like ducks
to the water; wore top-hats at Easter. But liars--such dreadful liars!
Just the reverse of the M'tezo.


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