Also they told me about the wonderful flower which grows in the place where the ape-god lives, and is worshipped like the god.

They had the story of it from some of their people who had been enslaved and escaped." "Did you try to get to the island ?" I asked.
"Yes, Allan.

That is, I went to the edge of the reeds which lie at the end of a long slope of plain, where the lake begins.

Here I stopped for some time catching butterflies and collecting plants.

One night when I was camped there by myself, for none of my men would remain so near the Pongo country after sunset, I woke up with a sense that I was no longer alone.