It carried him back to his boyhood when he had been excited by tales of wild cannibals in far lands and dreamed some day to see them for himself.

And here he was, he would chuckle to himself, with a real true cannibal for a slave.
A slave Kwaque was, as much as if Daughtry had bought him on the auction- block.

Whenever the steward transferred from ship to ship of the Burns Philp fleet, he always stipulated that Kwaque should accompany him and be duly rated at ten shillings.

Kwaque had no say in the matter.

Even had he desired to escape in Australian ports, there was no need for Daughtry to watch him.