So it is advantageous sometimes to do favors for stray noblemen, provided you are clever enough, and man enough to make good when the favors are repaid.
And while on the subject of favors, the four homesick islanders who had lent us their canoes and came with us all that journey, were sent back to their island followed by a launch towing two barges full of corn--free, gratis, and for nothing--"burre tu," as the natives say, meaning that the English are certainly crazy and giving away food without a pull-back to it simply and solely because "the people" have too much nja.

Nja is the nastiest word in all those languages.

It means the one thing everybody dreads--the thing that only the English seem to know charms against--want--emptiness--HUNGER.
At our expense, but by the favor of the government, there went to that island food enough in boxes and strong sacks--and seeds, treated against insects--and tools with which the wives could chop the soil up (for you can't expect the owner of a wife to work) to keep that island and its friendly folk from hunger for many a day.
THE END.