It seemed an emanation out of the untamed, sinister heart of Papua herself--sinister even when she smiles.

And now and then, on the wind, came a breath from virgin jungles, laden with unfamiliar odours, mysterious and menacing.
It is on such mornings that Papua whispers to you of her immemorial ancientness and of her power.

And, as every white man must, I fought against her spell.

While I struggled I saw a tall figure striding down the pier; a Kapa-Kapa boy followed swinging a new valise.

There was something familiar about the tall man.