The little African girl was tall for her age. The girls of her tribe are very slim, and their skins are lighter than the usual African native's.
She wore a cloth of brilliant blue, wound round and round her hips like a short skirt. Lying in the shade of the tree,
she had taken off her headcloth, and her crisp black hair was braided in the two plaits
which came in front of the huge, round, brass earrings which all the girls wore.
Brass finger rings and a green bead necklace completed the hot-weather costume.
As the sunset began to turn the sky into a great ceiling of gold, and purple shadows lay over the brown stubble of the land,
Rimfa stretched herself. Clicking to her pet, she jerked Biri's short strap, and the monkey leaped lightly to her shoulder.
The largest animal of the herd, old Moy, clambered slowly to his feet, a signal for the other cattle to follow.
Moy was a huge beast. His horns spread more than six feet from tip to tip, and his beautiful white coat was spotted with black.
He stood waiting patiently for Rimfa to mount him. No other man or woman could approach him, not even her brother who usually tended the herd.
But Rimfa had clung to his tail, clambered to his hump since she was a small ginger-colored baby,
and he understood almost everything that she said to him. Now she leaped to a place just behind his hump,
and hung on to it, her bare heels digging sharply into his side to urge him forward. The monkey chattered,
and Moy shook his long horns angrily as at some pestering fly.
He hated Biri; and long ago he would have gored the little beast with his huge horns
if the monkey had not been far too nimble for him and hid behind Rimfa's skirts.
LIFE IN RIMFA'S VILLAGE
Slowly the herd gathered and fell in behind Moy and the little girl,
wandering leisurely back across the darkening plain toward the village above it.