The moment she felt it on her head, the queen stood up as straight as a hoe-handle, and looked quickly from side to side.

Then I called out in my best voice: "Africans! Behold your queen!" At this instant Rectus ran up the black flag with the yellow cog-wheel, and we white people gave a cheer.

As soon as they got a cue, the darkeys knew what to do.

They burst out into a wild yell, they waved their hats, they laid down on the grass and kicked, they jumped, and danced, and laughed, and screamed.

I was afraid the queen would bolt, so I took a quiet hold of her shawl.