He wants society, and he doesn't like too many natives.

There's nothing up there but natives and a few back-veld Dutchmen with native blood in them.

You fellows from home are less set on an easy life, or you wouldn't be here.' There was something in Mr Colles's tone which made me risk another question.
'What's the matter with the place?
There must be more wrong with it than loneliness to make everybody clear out.

I have taken on this job, and I mean to stick to it, so you needn't be afraid to tell me.' The manager looked at me sharply.

'That's the way to talk, my lad.
You look as if you had a stiff back, so I'll be frank with you.