Once he had trodden it, however, a spark of spirit returned to him, for he wheeled round and said to Komba, "Remember, O Kalubi, that my fate to-day will be yours also in a day to come.

The god wearies of his priests.

This year, next year, or the year after; he always wearies of his priests." "Then, O Kalubi-that-was," answered Komba in a mocking voice as the canoe was pushed off, "pray to the god for me, that it may be the year after; pray it as your bones break in his embrace." While we watched that craft depart there came into my mind the memory of a picture in an old Latin book of my father's, which represented the souls of the dead being paddled by a person named Charon across a river called the Styx.

The scene before us bore a great resemblance to that picture.

There was Charon's boat floating on the dreadful Styx.