He always came at night, and what is more I knew when he was coming, although he never gave me warning.

Here I should explain that during my illness Bastin, who was so ingenious in such matters, had built another hut in which he and Bickley slept, of course when they were not watching me, leaving our old bed-chamber to myself.
Well, I would wake up and be aware that Oro was coming.

Then he appeared in a silent and mysterious way, as though he had materialised in the room, for I never saw him pass the doorway.

In the moonlight, or the starlight, which flowed through the entrance and the side of the hut that was only enclosed with latticework, I perceived him seat himself upon a certain stool, looking like a most majestic ghost with his flowing robes, long white beard, hooked nose and hawk eyes.

In the day-time he much resembled the late General Booth whom I had often seen, except for certain added qualities of height and classic beauty of countenance.