without possessions or a hom

Being collected, the question arose what we should do. Of course, I
wished to return to camp and get out of this ill-omened place as soon
as possible. But I had reckoned without the vanity of Umbezi. Umbezi
stretched over the edge of a sharp
rock, whither he had been hoisted by the nose of a buffalo,

and imagining himself to be mortally wounded, was one thing; but Umbezi
in a borrowed moocha,

although,
because of his bruises, he supported his person with one hand in front
and with the other behind, knowing his injuries to be purely
superficial,
was quite another. "I am a hunter," he said; "I am named
'Eater-up-of-Elephants';" and he rolled his eyes, looking about
for someone to contradict him, which
nobody did. Indeed, his "praiser," a thin, tired-looking person, whose
voice was worn out with his previous exertions,
repeated in a feeble way: "Yes, Black One, 'Eater-up-of-Elephants' is
your name; 'Lifted-up-by-Buffalo' is your name."
"Be silent, idiot,"
roared Umbezi. "As I said, I am a hunter; I have wounded the wild beast
that subsequently
dared to assault me. [As a matter of fact, it was I, Allan

Quatermain, who had wounded it.] I would make it bite the dust, for it
cannot be far away. Let

us follow it." He glared round him, whereon his obsequious people, or
one of them, echoed: "Yes, by
all means let
us follow it, 'Eater-up-of-Elephants.' Macumazahn, the clever white
man, will show us how, for where is the buffalo that he fears!"
Of course, after this t