My Voyage Down Coast In Her Was A Very Pleasant One And Full Of Instruction, For Mr. Fothergill, Who Was Her Purser, Had In Former Years Resided In Congo Francais As A Merchant, And To Congo Francais I Was Bound With An Empty Hold As Regards Local Knowledge Of The District.

He was one of that class of men, of which you most frequently find representatives among the merchants, who

Do not possess the power so many men along here do possess (a power that always amazes me), of living for a considerable time in a district without taking any interest in it, keeping their whole attention concentrated on the point of how long it will be before their time comes to get out of it. Mr. Fothergill evidently had much knowledge and experience of the Fernan Vaz district and its natives. He had, I should say, overdone his experiences with the natives, as far as personal comfort and pleasure at the time went, having been nearly killed and considerably chivied by them. Now I do not wish a man, however much I may deplore his total lack of local knowledge, to go so far as this. Mr. Fothergill gave his accounts of these incidents calmly, and in an undecorated way that gave them a power and convincingness verging on being unpleasant, although useful, to a person who was going into the district where they had occurred, for one felt there was no mortal reason why one should not personally get involved in similar affairs.

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