1st US edition

At length found ourselves in the august presence of Bausi

Delgado was asked for his version of the affair

For a long while we stared at each other

Reaching Stephen before the Pongo, she thrust herself between him and them

Stephen came to his support, and, grappling with an Arab, dashed his head against the gate post so that he fell

The king himself went with us to the west gate of the town

...Passed it through the flame of the centre one of the three fires

'Shall we shoot, Imbozwi?' asked the voice of the captain of the archers

'I am Komba, the Accepted-of-the-Gods'

Drawing a knife from his girdle he thrust out the tip of his tongue and pricked it

One of the hunters was killed

The most lovely plant... that man ever saw