H. Rider Haggard

“ For this people was an awful people: vigorous in mind and body, and warriors from generation to generation, but superstition-ridden and cruel. They lived in the far interior, some months’ journey by boat and ox-wagon from the coast, and of white men and their ways they knew but little.
“How many of them are there?” asked Owen.
“Who can say?” he answered. “Nearly half a million, perhaps; at least they pretend that they can put sixty thousand men under arms.” ”

“ In vain did we offer explanations.
“‘Peace!’ said Hokosa at length, ‘your words weary us. Look now, either you have preached to us a false god and are liars, or you are traitors to the King you preach, since, lacking faith in Him, you cannot do such works as He gives power to do to those who have faith in Him. Out of your own mouths are you judged, White Men. Choose which horn of the bull you will, you hang to one of them, and it shall pierce you. ”

“ Tell them that having proved you liars, they dealt with you as all honest men seek that liars should be dealt with. Tell them that they desire to hear more of this matter, and if one can be sent to them who has no false tongue; who in all things fulfils the promises of his lips, that they will hearken to him and treat him well, but that for such as you they keep a spear.’”
“And who went after you got back?” asked Owen, who was listening with the deepest interest. ”