Thus the present Mother is a white woman of your race, now of middle age.

When she dies she will be succeeded by her daughter, who also is a white woman and very beautiful.

After she dies another who is white will be found, perhaps one who is of black parents but born white." "How old is this daughter ?" interrupted Brother John in a curiously intent voice, "and who is her father ?" "The daughter was born over twenty years ago, Dogeetah, after the Mother of the Flower was captured and brought here.

She says that the father was a white man to whom she was married, but who is dead." Brother John's head dropped upon his chest, and his eyes shut as though he had gone to sleep.
"As for where the Mother lives," went on the Kalubi, "it is on the island in the lake at the top of the mountain that is surrounded by water.

She has nothing to do with the White God, but those women who serve her go across the lake at times to tend the fields where grows the seed that the Kalubi sows, of which the corn is the White God's food." "Good," I said, "now we understand--not much, but a little.