Then he and Carnehan takes the big boss of each
village by the arm, and walks them down the valley, and shows them how to
scratch a line with a spear right down the valley, and gives each a sod of
turf from both sides of the line. Then all the people comes down and shouts
like the devil and all, and Dravot says, 'Go and dig the land, and be fruitful
and multiply,' which they did, though they didn't understand. Then we asks the
names of things in their lingo--bread and water and fire and idols and such;
and Dravot leads the priest of each village up to the idol, and says he must
sit there and judge the people, and if anything goes wrong he is to be shot.
"Next week they was all turning up the land in the valley as quiet as bees and
much prettier, and the priests heard all the complaints and told Dravot in
dumb-show what it was about. 'That's just the beginning,' says Dravot. 'They
think we're Gods.' He and Carnehan picks out twenty good men and shows them
how to click off a rifle and form fours and advance in line; and they was very
pleased to do so, and clever to see the hang of it. Then he takes out his pipe
and his baccy-pouch, and leaves one at one village and one at the other, and
off we two goes to see what was to be done in the next valley.
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