A man's all right as long as he keeps on his boat; but the minute he lands--the girls and the troubles begin." "Ah! Tom," I said; "but I think you told me you've a family--" "Yes, sar, but the only good one amongst them is in the churchyard, this fifteen years." "Your wife, Tom ?" "Yes, sar, but she was more than a woman.

She was a saint.

When I talk of women I don't think of her.

No; God be kind to her, she is a saint, and I only wait around till she calls me." "Tom, allow me to shake hands with you," I said, "and call myself your friend for ever." The tears rolled down the old fellow's cheeks, and I realised how little colour really matters, and how few white men were really as white as Tom.
And so that night we made Harbour Island, and met that welcome that can only be met at the lonely ends of the earth.
The Commandant and the clergyman took me under their wings on the spot, and, though there was a good hotel, the Commandant didn't consider it good enough for me.
Bless them both! I hope to be able some day to offer them the kind of hospitality they brought me so generously in both hands; lonely men, serving God and the British Empire, in that apparently God-forsaken outpost of the world.
I liked the attitude they took toward my adventure.

Their comments on "Henry P.Tobias, Jr." and the paper I had with me, were especially enlightening.
"The black men themselves," they both agreed, "are all right, except, of course, here and there.