It is a plateau, a little plateau of two square miles, and the niggers think that it is haunted by an evil spirit.

When we get there we shall have to hold it by force of arms, and when we send the stuff down to the coast we must have an escort of picked men.

The bushes grow up there as thick as gooseberry bushes in a garden at home.

With a little cultivation they will yield twice as much as they do now.

We shall want another partner.