Coppertop was so awestruck that she could neither move nor speak, until the great negress, smiling, held out her arms and said—
“I am Waomba, whom the great tribes love.
To me come all the hurt things—large and small.
The wounded Kudu,
And the Lioness,
The tiny Ant,
Or Hippopotamus!
I hear each cry, and soothe and understand.
I am the Mother of the great West Land.”
As she heard these strange words Coppertop forgot to be afraid, and, without hesitating, flew up to the outstretched arms, and was pressed close to Waomba’s great heart.