H. Rider Haggard,
She — Chapter XI: The Plain of Kôr
(1887)
“ As for myself, though I was longing to have a look at him, I sauntered back to my litter as though I had been in the habit of killing eland all my life, feeling that I had gone up several degrees in the estimation of the Amahagger, who looked on the whole thing as a very high-class manifestation of witchcraft. As a matter of fact, however, I had never seen an eland in a wild state before. Billali received me with enthusiasm."It is wonderful, my son the Baboon," he cried; "wonderful! Thou art a very great man, though so ugly. ”
