tribe.  Thus it came about that for generations it was never
violated, until at length his descendants were driven farther from
the river by war, and from one of them the white man heard the
legend. 

BENITA 

AN AFRICAN ROMANCE 

I 

CONFIDENCES 

Beautiful, beautiful was that night! No air that stirred; the black
smoke from the funnels of the mail steamer /Zanzibar/ lay low over the
surface of the sea like vast, floating ostrich plumes that vanished
one by one in the starlight.  Benita Beatrix Clifford, for that was her
full name, who had been christened Benita after her mother and Beatrix
after her father's only sister, leaning idly over the bulwark rail,
thought to herself that a child might have sailed that sea in a boat