When I was a child, I had a notion of its being the most exquisite of treats to eat plantains and yams, and to drink palm-wine.

How I envied my father for having enjoyed these luxuries! I have now enjoyed them all, and I have found like much greater men on much more important occasions, that all is vanity.

A plantain is very like a rotten pear,--so like that I would lay twenty to one that a person blindfolded would not discover the difference.

A yam is better.

It is like an indifferent potato.