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    Notes 8

    He spoke accurate English slowly and with a mixture of accents. “Sir,” he said, “I am happy to report that I have captured a
    murderer.” “What kind of a murderer?” “A Masai murderer. He is badly wounded and his father and uncle are with him.”
    “Who did he murder?” “His cousin. Don’t you remember? You dressed his wounds.” “That man’s not dead. He’s in the
    hospital.” “Then he is only an attempted murderer. But I captured him. You will mention it in your report, brother, I know.
    Please, sir, the attempted murderer is feeling very badly and he would like you to dress his wounds.” “OK,” I said. “I’ll go out
    and see him. I’m sorry, honey.” “It doesn’t matter,” Mary said. “It doesn’t matter at all.” “May I have a drink, brother?” the
    Informer asked. “I am tired from the struggle.” “Bullshit,” I said. “I’m sorry, honey.” “It’s all right,” Miss Mary said. “I don’t
    know any better word for it.” “I did not mean an alcoholic drink,” the Informer said nobly. “I meant only a sip of water.” “We’ll
    get some,” I said. The attempted murderer, his father and his uncle all looked very depressed. I greeted them and we all shook
    hands. The attempted murderer was a young moran, or warrior, and he and another moran had been playing together making
    mock fighting with their spears.
    • It had not been about anything, his father explained. They were only playing and he had
    wounded the other young man accidentally. His friend had thrust back at him and he had
    received a wound. Then they had lost their heads and fought but never seriously; never to kill.
    But when he saw his friend’s wounds he was frightened that he might have killed him and had
    gone off into the brush and hidden. Now he had come back with his father and his uncle and he
    wished to surrender. The father explained all this and the boy nodded his assent. I told the father
    through the interpreter that the other boy was in the hospital and was doing well and that I had
    heard neither he nor his male relatives had made any charges against this boy. The father said he
    had heard the same thing. The medical chest had been brought from the dining tent and I
    dressed the boy’s wounds. They were in the neck, the chest and the upper arm and back and
    were all suppurating badly. I cleaned them out, poured peroxide into them for the magic
    bubbling effect and to kill any grubs, cleaned them again, especially the neck wound, painted the
    edges with Mercurochrome, which gave a much admired and serious color effect, and then sifted
    them full of sulfa and put a gauze dressing and plaster across each wound. Through the Informer,
    who was acting as interpreter, I told the elders that as far as I was concerned it was better for the
    young men to exercise at the use of their spears than to drink Golden Jeep sherry in Laitokitok.
    But that I was not the law and the father must take his son and present him to the police in that
    village.

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