For Europeans this country is accursed.

From the mysterious forest-land there creeps down a subtle, tainted air that poisons the white man's blood, and either strikes him down in a fever or terrifies him by strange unknown symptoms and sudden disfiguring disease.

The Almighty speaks very plainly sometimes and in some places--nowhere more plainly than on the West Coast of Africa, which land He evidently wants for the black man.

We of the fairer skin have Australia now; we are taking America, we are dominant in Asia; but somehow we don't get on in Africa.

The Umpire is there, and He insists on fair play.
"This is not cheery," Jack Meredith observed to his servant as they found themselves deposited on the beach within a stone's-throw of the French factory.
"No, sir, not cheery, sir," replied Joseph.