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"I THINK this, lord," said Bosambo of the Ochori, and king of the great territories, "that grief is like a great pool such as the rain leaves, or the river when it floods its banks, and it is so deep that it is higher than a man's head, and you say, 'How can so much water run away? I think it must be here for all time. ' But, lord, the sun comes up, and by its magic the waters shrink, and great winds blow some away, and the earth, which is full of little mouths, sucks its share; and presently there is dry land where the water was, though it carries the water-mark for a thousand years."
Sanders nodded and chewed at his dead cigar, Bones, lying back in his basket-chair under the awning of the Zaire, did no more than look at Bosambo, then fell to biting his nails.