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We stared at Bausi and Bausi stared at us.
"I am the Black Elephant Bausi," he exclaimed at last, worn out by our solid silence, "and I trumpet! I trumpet! I trumpet! " (It appeared that this was the ancient and hallowed formula with which a Mazitu king was wont to open a conversation with strangers.)