appeared to be on the most friendly terms, and seemingly conversed much together; yet, according to the account of the interpreter, each was absolutely ignorant of what the other said.
Thus, while the busy dame bustled about the house, or plied her spinning-wheel at one end of the piazza, honest Balt would sit smoking his evening pipe at the other, watching the achievements of a little wooden warrior
, who, armed with a sword in each hand, was most valiantly fighting the wind on the pinnacle of the barn.
It was well I did so, for the warrior
drew an evil looking pistol from its holster and was on the point of putting an end to the creature when I sprang forward and struck up his arm.
Throwing himself, therefore, among the Indians, he opened his packs of merchandise and displayed the most tempting wares: bright cloths, and scarlet blankets, and glittering ornaments, and everything gay and glorious in the eyes of warrior
or squaw; all, however, was in vain.
Presently an Indian warrior
galloped past the camp towards the village, and in a little while the legions began to pour forth.
But as two more of the plant men charged, the warrior
, who was now prepared by the experiences of the past few minutes, swung his mighty long-sword aloft and met the hurtling bulk with a clean cut that clove one of the plant men from chin to groin.
You are a mighty warrior
, Dotar Sojat," he replied, "and when this day is done I shall speak with you again in the great audience chamber.
At about the same time a warrior
entered her cabin.
A giant in stature, a savage, fearless warrior
, the huge black possessed also soul and judgment in proportion to his bulk and his ferocity.
There was no beating of tom-toms now, nor blare of native horn, for Kaviri was a crafty warrior
, and it was in his mind to take no chances, if they could be avoided.
To each of the twelve lashings clung a brawny warrior
with drawn short-sword.
Shortly after the commotion at the gate had subsided, Ajor and I arose to enter the hut, and at the same time a warrior
appeared from one of the twisted alleys which, lying between the irregularly placed huts and groups of huts, form the streets of the Kro-lu village.
Busuli, the warrior
whom he had stalked to the village, told him many of the tribal legends--how, many years before, his people had come many long marches from the north; how once they had been a great and powerful tribe; and how the slave raiders had wrought such havoc among them with their death-dealing guns that they had been reduced to a mere remnant of their former numbers and power.
, a man crafty in lakes, pointed out the boundaries of the land.
Some distance ahead of him Tantor moved steadily along the well-worn elephant trail, and ahead of Tantor a crouching, black warrior
listened intently in the middle of the path.