I told you I was a medical student by training." He fingered over the square bottles, each in its socket. "This is not the usual safari drug list," he said. "I like to take these queer cases and see what I can do with them. I may learn something; at any rate, it interests me. McCloud at Nairobi fitted me out; and told me what it would be valuable to observe." She appeared interested, and shortly he became enough convinced of this to show and explain each drug separately. The quinine he carried in the hydrochlorate instead of the sulphate, and he waxed eloquent telling her why. Crystals of iodine as opposed to permanganate of potash for antiseptic he discussed. From that he branched into antisepsis as opposed to asepsis as a practical method in the field. "Theory has nothing to do with it," said he. "It's a matter of which will _work!_" It was all technical; but it interested her for the simple reason that Kingozi was really enthusiastic. True enthusiasm, without pose or self- consciousness, invariably arouses interest. "Now here's something you'll never see in another safari kit," said he, holding up one of the square bottles filled with small white crystals, "and that wouldn't be found in this one except for an accident. It's pilocarpin." "What is pilocke the leaves of grass.
His people are fierce, like the Masai, like the people of Lobengula, and make war their trade. His people are known as the Kabilagani. The way through the moing. So that's why I have it." She was examining the bottles. "But you have atropin also. Why is that?" "There's a good deal of ophthalmia or trachoma floating around some native districts. I thought I might experiment." "And this"--she picked up a third bottle--"ah, yes, morphia. But how much alike they all are." "In appearance, yes; in effect most radically and fatally different--like people," smiled Kingozi. But though Kingozi's scientific interest was keen in certain directions-- as ethnology, drugs, and zoology--it had totally blind spots. Thus the Leopard Woman kept invariably on her table the bowl of fresh flowers; and she manifested an unfailing liking to investigate such strange shrubs, trees, flowers, or nondescript growths as flourished thereabouts. "Do you know how one names these?" she asked him concerning certain strange blooms. "I know nothing whatever about vegetables," he replied with indifferent scorn. Several times after that, forgetting, she proffered the same question and received exactly the same reply. Finally it became a joke to her. Slyly, at sufficient intervals so that he should not become conscious of the repetition, she took delight in eliciting this response, always the same, always delivered with the same detached scorn: "I know nothing whatever about vegetables." In the meantime Simba, with great enthusiasm, continued his drill of the _askaris_. Kingozi gave them an hour early in the day. They developed rapidly from wild trigger yanking. An allowance of two cartridges apiece proved them no great marksmen, but at least steady on discharge. The "business conversation" Kingozi projected with the Leopard Woman did not take place until late in the week. By that time he had pieced together considerable information, as follows: The mountain ranges at their backs possessed three practicable routes. Beyond the ranges were grass plains with much game. Water could be had in certain known places. No people dwell on these plains. This was because of the tsetse fly that made it impossible to keep domestic cattle. Far--very far--perhaps a month, who knows, is the country of the _sultani_ M'tela. This is a very great _sultani_--very great indeed--a _suluntains is known; guides can be had. The way across the plains is known; but for guides one must find representatives of a little scattered plains tribe.
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