Oh! isn't it jolly! Hip, hip, hooray!" Yes, he danced about in that filthy mud, threw up his cap and cheered! I withered, or rather tried to wither him with a look, muttering the single word: "Lunatic." Providential! Jolly! Well, it's fortunate that some people's madness takes a cheerful turn.

Then I asked the Kalubi where the god was.
"Everywhere," he replied, waving his trembling hand at the illimitable forest.

"Perhaps behind this tree, perhaps behind that, perhaps a long way off.

Before morning we shall know." "What are you going to do ?" I inquired savagely.
"Die," he answered.
"Look here, fool," I exclaimed, shaking him, "you can die if you like, but we don't mean to.

Take us to some place where we shall be safe from this god." "One is never safe from the god, lord, especially in his own House," and he shook his silly head and went on, "How can we be safe when there is nowhere to go and even the trees are too big to climb ?" I looked at them, it was true.