No; not for worlds,
dear things.
CHAPTER XIX. THE GREAT PEAK OF CAMEROONS - (continued).
Setting forth how the Voyager for a second time reaches the S.E.
crater, with some account of the pleasures incidental to camping out
in the said crater.
September 24th. - Lovely morning, the grey-white mist in the forest
makes it like a dream of Fairyland, each moss-grown tree stem
heavily gemmed with dewdrops. At 5.30 I stir the boys, for Sasu,
the sergeant, says he must go back to his military duties. The men
think we are all going back with him as he is our only guide, but I
send three of them down with orders to go back to Victoria - two
being of the original set I started with. They are surprised and
disgusted at being sent home, but they have got "hot foot," and
something wrong in the usual seat of African internal disturbances,
their "tummicks," and I am not thinking of starting a sanatorium for
abdominally-afflicted Africans in that crater plain above. Black
boy is the other boy returned, I do not want another of his attacks.
They go, and this leaves me in the forest camp with Kefalla, Xenia,
and Cook, and we start expecting the water sent for by Monrovia boy
yesterday forenoon. There are an abominable lot of bees about; they
do not give one a moment's peace, getting beneath the waterproof
sheets over the bed.
