These cures were effected after their chief suggested that they should be thrown overboard, or left to die in the swamp as useless, with the result that the white man's magical powers were thenceforth established beyond doubt or cavil.

Indeed the poor Ogula now looked on him as a god superior even to Little Bonsa, whose familiar he was supposed to be.
The journey through that swamp was very trying, since in this wet season often they could find no place on which to sleep at night, but must stay in the canoe tormented by mosquitoes, and in constant danger of being upset by the hippopotami that lived there.

Moreover, as no game was now available, they were obliged to live on these beasts, fish when they could catch them, and wildfowl, which sometimes they were unable to cook for lack of fuel.

This did not trouble the Ogula, who ate them raw, as did Jeekie when he was hungry.

But Alan was obliged to starve until they could make a fire.