Chapter Viii.

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WE ENTER KUKUANALAND

All that afternoon we travelled along the magnificent roadway, whichtrended steadily in a north-westerly direction. Infadoos and Scraggawalked with us, but their followers marched about one hundred pacesahead.

“Infadoos,” I said at length, “who made this road?”

“It was made, my lord, of old time, none know how or when, not even the wise woman Gagool, who has lived for generations. We are not old enough to remember its making. None can fashion such roads now, but the king suffers no grass to grow upon it.”

“And whose are the writings on the wall of the caves through which wehave passed on the road?” I asked, referring to the Egyptian-likesculptures that we had seen.

“My lord, the hands that made the road wrote the wonderful writings. Weknow not who wrote them.”

“When did the Kukuana people come into this country?”

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