After rain cleared took my slaves and went after "supplies." Met a King.

I thought he was a witch doctor, and the boys said he was a dancing man.
All his suite, wives and subjects followed, singing a song that made your flesh creep.

At Hatton and Cookson's bought "plenty chop" for "boys" who were much pleased.

Also a sparklet bottle, some whiskey and two pints of champagne at 7 francs the pint.

Blush to own it was demi Sec.