I think Attra was a jolly place, and the landing in surf boats was no end of fun.

Cathcart got beastly wet, and you should have seen what a stew he was in because he'd put on a beautiful white suit and it got spoilt.
Well, things weren't very lively at Attra at first, I'm bound to admit.
No one seemed to know much about the Bekwando Land Company, and the country that way was very rough.

However, we got sent out at last, and Cathcart, he simply scoffed at the whole thing from the first.

There was no proper labour, not half enough machinery, and none of the right sort--and the gradients and country between Bekwando and the sea were awful.

Cathcart made a few reports and we did nothing but kick our heels about until HE came.