wooden steps. He drew himself closely to these, and directed

suspicion. He was supposed to be the manager, of course.

or wrath. When he is, Dang-my-ole-wig! Dallee! with

To the traveller who takes an interest in the place he

man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana

“What do you mean exactly, Sowerby?” said Dunbar, taking

round his soft felt hat, which is weekday mourning of the

pastime consisted of the men standing a yard or so apart

one of our party was unable anywhere to purchase either

left arm and hurled it away from her. So life-like was