He shuddered at the thought of entering, and for a moment was quite certain that he was going to faint.
For that most dreaded of Solomon Island scourges, dysentery, had struck Berande plantation, and he was all alone to cope with it.

Also, he was afflicted himself.
By stooping close, still on man-back, he managed to pass through the low doorway.

He took a small bottle from his follower, and sniffed strong ammonia to clear his senses for the ordeal.

Then he shouted, "Shut up!" and the clamour stilled.

A raised platform of forest slabs, six feet wide, with a slight pitch, extended the full length of the shed.
Alongside of it was a yard-wide run-way.