There were seats up here, and room enough for a dozen people.
"Well," said I, when we were seated, "what have you to tell?
Anything wonderful?
If it isn't, you'd better let me tell you about my fish." "Fish!" exclaimed Rectus, not very respectfully.
"Fish, indeed!" said Corny.

"_We_ have seen a _queen_!" "Queen of what ?" said I.
"Queen of Africa," replied Corny.

"At least a part of it,--she would be, I mean, if she had stayed there.

We went over that way, out to the very edge of the town, and there we found a whole colony of real native Africans,--just the kind Livingstone and Stanley discovered,--only they wear clothes like us." "Oh, my!" exclaimed Rectus.
"I don't mean exactly that," said Corny; "but coats and trousers and frocks, awfully old and patched.

And nearly all the grown-up people there were born in Africa, and rescued by an English man-of-war from a slave-ship that was taking them into slavery, and were brought here and set free.