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Plentymorewheretheycomefrom。Notdeadthough，thinkonlysleep，nolikecold，likedormouse。Butnevermindcannibalpig。Theyserveourturn，iftheylive，live；iftheydie，dieandGodhavemercyonsouls，ifcannibalhavesoul。Ah！hereweare，“andfrombeneathsixinchesofwaterhedraggedupthetinboxcontainingLittleBonsa，fromwhichheextractedthefetish，wetbutuninjured。
“Putheronnow，Major。Putheronatonceandcomesitinprowofcanoe。MustreachAsiki-landinproperstyle。Prieststhinkityourreverendunclecomebackagain，justasheleave。Makeverygoodimpression。“
“Ican’t，“saidAlanfeebly。“Iamplayedout，Jeekie。“
“Oh！buckup，Major，buckup！“herepliedimploringly。“Onekickmoreandyouwinrace，mustn’tspoilshipforha’porthoftar。Youjustwearfetish，whistleonceonland，andthengotosleepforwholeweekifyoulike。Idorest，sayitallmagic，andsoforth——thatyoubeendeadandjustcomeoutofgrave，oranythingyoulike。NomatterifyouturnupasannouncedonbillandGodblesshurricanethatblowusherewhenweexpectdie。Come，Major，quick，quick！mistmeltandsoontheyseeyou。“ThenwithoutwaitingforananswerJeekieclappedthewetmaskonhismaster’shead，tiedthethongsandledAlantotheprowofthecanoe，wherehesethimdownonalittlecrossbench，stoodbehindsupportinghimandagainbegantosinginagreattriumphantvoice。
Themistclearedaway，rollinguplikeacurtainandrevealingontheshoreanumberofmenandwomencladinwhiterobes，whoweremartialledinranksthere，chantingandstaringoutatthedimwatersofthelagoon。Yonderuponthewaters，drivenforwardbythegentlebreeze，floatedacanoeandlo！intheprowofthatcanoesatawhitemanandonhisheadthegodwhichtheyhadlostawholegenerationgone。Ontheheadofawhitemanithaddeparted；ontheheadofawhitemanitreturned。Theysawandfellupontheirknees。
“Blow，Major，blow！“whisperedJeekie，andAlanblewafeeblenotethroughthewhistleinthemouthofthemask。Itwasenough，theyknewit。Theysprangintothewateranddraggedthecanoetoland。TheysetAlanontheshoreandworshippedhim。Theyhaledupaladasthoughforsacrifice，forapriestflourishedagreatknifeabovehishead，butJeekiesaidsomethingthatcausedthemtolethimgo。AlanthoughtitwastotheeffectthatLittleBonsahadchangedherhabitsacrosstheBlackWater，andwantednoblood，onlyfood。Thenherememberednomore；againthedarknessfelluponhim。
WhenconsciousnessreturnedtoAlan，thefirstthingofwhichhebecamedimlyawarewastheslow，swayingmotionofalitter。Heraisedhimself，forhewaslyingatfulllength，andinsodoingfeltthattherewassomethingoverhisface。
“ThatconfoundedLittleBonsa，“hethought。“AmIexpectedtospendtherestofmylifewithitonmyheadlikethemanintheironmask？“
Thenheputuphishandandfeltthething，tofindthatitwasnotLittleBonsa，butsomethingmadeapparentlyofthin，finelinen，fittedtotheshapeofhisface，fortherewasanoseonit，andeyeholesthroughwhichhecouldsee，yes，andamouthwhereofthelipsbysomeingeniouscontrivancecouldbemovedupanddown。
“LittleBonsa’sundressuniform，Iexpect，“hemuttered，andtriedtodragitoff。This，however，provedtobeimpossible，foritwasfittedtightlytohisheadandlacedorfastenedatthebackofhisnecksosecurelythathecouldnotundoit。Beingstillweak，soonhegaveuptheattemptandbegantolookabouthim。
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