"Tell me Django, what can I do?"
"Why don't you go to the witchdoctor?"
"The witchdoctor gave me new eyes. I am not a beggar anymore. I can see! I can see! I am a new man!"
Like mushrooms that spring up overnight, grass huts grew in orderly rows a good distance from the Witchdoctor. And, Like the warm sunshine after a tropical rain, hope sprang up anew in many a heart.
The witchdoctor's eyes twinkled.
...To break down this wall of superstition, "If it were only bodies that were sick, the medicine I have would be sufficient; but the darkened minds are sicker than the bodies."
The Light on the table had burned down low. The little clock ticked very loudly. Weeks and months flew past as inevitably as the monetary vultures that flapped overhead. Conflicting and oppressive thoughts bore down on him in rapid succession like the painful and changing mirages of a high fever. He looked pas the bonfire and its small circle of light into the jungle. It seemed very dark indeed. And then, Suddenly he leaped into the air, and began jumping and running. "I was a snake crawling in the grass! Now I am a young deer, leaping and jumping!" Later, Upon arriving at a disorderly village, they noticed something strangely quiet about the place.
