It begins wid de chorus so's you may know it afore you has to sing it." So saying, Moses struck two fingers on the capstan after the manner of a tuning-fork, and, holding them gravely to his ear as if to get the right pitch, began in a really fine manly voice to chant the following ditty:-- "GO TO WORK." Oh when de sun am shinin' bright, and eberyt'ing am fair, Clap on de steam an' go to work, an' take your proper share.
De wurld hab got to go ahead, an' dem what's young and strong Mus' do deir best, wid all de rest, to roll de wurld along.
De lazy man does all he can to stop its whirlin' round.
If he was king he'd loaf an' sing--and guzzle, I'll be bound, He always shirk de hardest work, an' t'ink he's awful clebbar, But boder his head to earn his bread, Oh! no, he'll nebber, nebber.
_Chorus_--Oh when de sun, etc.
De selfish man would rader dan put out his hand to work, Let women toil, an' sweat and moil--as wicked as de Turk.
De cream ob eberyt'ing he wants, let oders hab de skim; In fact de wurld and all it holds was only made for him.
_Chorus_--Oh when de sun, etc.
So keep de ball a-rollin', boys, an' each one do his best To make de wurld a happy one--for dat's how man is blest.
Do unto oders all around de t'ing what's good and true, An' oders, 'turning tit for tat, will do de same to you.
_Chorus_--Oh when de sun, etc.
The sailors, who were evidently much pleased, took up the chorus moderately at the second verse, came out strong at the third, and sang with such genuine fervour at the last that it was quite evident, as Moses remarked, there was not a lazy man amongst them--at least, if they all sang conscientiously! The weather improved every hour, and after a fine run of about twenty-four hours over that part of the Malay Sea, our three voyagers were lowered over the steamer's side in their canoe when within sight of the great island of Borneo.
"I'm sorry," said the captain at parting, "that our courses diverge here, for I would gladly have had your company a little longer.
Good-bye.

I hope we'll come across you some other time when I'm in these parts." "Thanks--thanks, my friend,'" replied Van der Kemp, with a warm grip of the hand, and a touch of pathos in his tones.

"I trust that we shall meet again.

You have done me good service by shortening my voyage considerably .-- Farewell." "I say, Moses," shouted one of the seamen, as he looked down on the tiny canoe while they were pushing off.
"Hallo ?" "Keep your heart up, for--we'll try to 'do to oders all around de t'ing what's good an' true!'" "Das de way, boy--'an' oders, 'turning tit for tat, will do de same to you!'" He yelled rather than sang this at the top of his tuneful voice, and waved his hand as the sharp craft shot away over the sea.
Fortunately the sea was calm, for it was growing dark when they reached the shores of Borneo and entered the mouth of a small stream, up which they proceeded to paddle.

The banks of the stream were clothed with mangrove trees.