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felt as though I were quite eh I were

not I, in short, but a , all of which doubtless was

caused by the stench of those burning roots Still I could look and take

note, for I distinctly saw Zikali thrust his huge head, first into the

smoke of what I will call my fire, next into that of Saduko's fire, and

then lean back, blowing the stuff in clouds from his mouth and nostrils

Afterwards I saw him roll over on to his side and lie quite still with

his arers seemed

to be in the left-hand fire and reflected that it would be burnt off In

this, however, I must have been mistaken, since I observed subsequently

that it was not even scorched

Thus Zikali lay for a long while till I began to wonder whether he were

not really dead Dead enough he seemed to be, for no corpse could have

stayed hts

fixed on Zikali or anything I ht one ho whatsoever to

do They did not interest

into Zikali, because I was

not there, but in a warmer place than I hope ever to occupy, naht-hand fire