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Rh They tell of our adventures by the road, Wonderful, fearful, laughable or grave; Gesticulating passionately gay, Grimacing with a monkey-mimicry. One says that white men rise from the salt sea; Verily live below the green water; Whence comes our long, lank compromise for hair: The water we inhabit straightens it! They mention my rough dog, poor old Chitani,$10$ Whom they affirm I cherish for his tail, A tail that curls to right and not to left; A tail by learnèd men discredited!

My trusty followers, my Makololo, Astound the rest, relating how they toil'd Athwart the continent;$11$ arriving last On a subsiding ridge of table-land; Whence without warning burst upon their view, Ocean! Vision never dream'd before— On Him in His sublime infinitude, Soliloquizing awful in the gloom;