第34部分(第3/7 頁)

　for　my　country；　there；　as　I　felt；　one　chapter　in　my　eventful　life　had　opened　and　had　closed。　It　was　sad　to　part　with　the　place；　and　also　to　bid　good…bye　to　my　Zulu　servant　Mazooku。　The　poor　fellow　was　moved　at　this　parting；　and　gave　me　what　probably　he　valued　more　than　anything　he　possessed；　the　kerry　that　he　had　carried　ever　since　he　was　a　man　—　that　same　heavy；　redwood　instrument　with　which　more　than　once　I　have　seen　him　battering　the　head　of　some　foe。　It　hangs　in　the　hall　of　this　house；　but　where；　I　wonder；　is　Mazooku；　who　saved　my　life　when　I　was　lost　upon　the　veld？　Living；　perhaps；　in　some　kraal；　and　thinking　from　time　to　time　of　his　old　master　Indanda；　of　e　vague　rumours　may　have　reached　him。　If　so；　were　I　to　revisit　Africa　today；　I　have　not　the　faintest　doubt　but　that　he　would　reappear。　I　should　go　out　of　my　hotel　and　see　a　grey…headed　man　squatted　on　the　roadside　who　would　arise；　lift　up　his　arm；　salute　me；　and　say；　“Inkoos　Indanda；　you　are　here；　I　am　here；　e　back　to　serve　you。”

I　have　seen　the　thing　done。　As　a　young　man　Sir　William　Sergeaunt　was　in　South　Africa　—　I　forget　how　or　when　—　and　then　had　a　Zulu　servant；　a　Mazook。　He　departed　and　thirty　years　later　returned。　His　Mazook　appeared　from　some　kraal；　of　which　he　was　then　the　head；　and　was　with　him　during　all　his　stay。　I　saw　him　there。

Or　if　my　Mazook　should　be　dead；　as　well　he　may　be；　and　if　there　is　any　future　for　us　mortals；　and　if　Zulus　and　white　men　go　to　the　same　place　—　as　why　should　they　not？　—　then　I　am　quite　certain　that　when　I　reach　that　shore　I　shall　see　a　square…faced；　dusky　figure　seated　on　it；　and　hear　the　words；　“Inkoos　Indanda；　here　am　I；　Mazooku；　who　once　was　your　man；　waiting　to　serve　you。”　For　such　is　the　nature　of　the　poor　despised　Zulu；　at　any　rate　towards　him　whom　he　may