Right into the big pot!
“Come on,” said Faaraasee; “jump on my back and let’s be going.”
So he mounted and they started off.
When the magician’s guests arrived they looked everywhere for him, but, of course, could not find him. Then, after waiting a while, they began to be very hungry; so, looking around for something to eat, they saw that the stew in the big pot was done, and, saying to each other, “Let’s begin, anyway,” they started in and ate the entire contents of the pot. After they had finished, they searched for Mchaawee again, and finding lots of provisions in the house, they thought they would stay there until he came; but after they had waited a couple of days and eaten all the food in the place, they gave him up and returned to their homes.
Meanwhile Keejaanaa and the horse continued on their way until they had gone a great distance, and at last they stopped near a large town.
“Let us stay here,” said the youth, “and build a house.”
As Faaraasee was agreeable, they did so. The horse coughed up all the gold he had swallowed, with which they purchased slaves, and cattle, and everything they needed.
When the people of the town saw the beautiful new house and all the slaves, and cattle, and riches it contained, they went and told their sultan, who at once made up his mind that the owner of such a place must be of sufficient importance to be visited and taken notice of, as an acquisition to the neighborhood.
So he called on Keejaanaa, and inquired who he was.
“Oh, I’m just an ordinary being, like other people.”