The name means the "spring of the blue wildebeeste," whatever fearsome animal that may be.

It sounds like a place for adventure, Mr Crawfurd.

You'll exploit the pockets of the black men and I'll see what I can do with their minds.' There was another steerage passenger whom I could not help observing because of my dislike of his appearance.

He, too, was a little man, by name Henriques, and in looks the most atrocious villain I have ever clapped eyes on.

He had a face the colour of French mustard--a sort of dirty green--and bloodshot, beady eyes with the whites all yellowed with fever.