This curious native wore a large pair of spectacles, which gave him a benevolent air. His feet were bare—so, too, was his head—but he was otherwise clothed to the extent of a patched and very dirty shirt and an aged pair of trousers.
"Are you Lizizi?" asked the Commissioner.
"Morena, I am his slave."
"Where is Lizizi?"
"He walked on the water. Then he went to the bottom of the river and stayed there. After three days he came out alive and well. Some people said so who saw him."
"Where is he now?"
"Who can tell?"
"Did you send that message to the servants of the white men, saying that they were not to work?"
"I sent my master's message."
"What are you doing to these children?"