Indeed, so great an anxiety was he to me and Yamba, that we decided we could go nowhere, either north or south, until he had become more robust in health.
Needless to say, I never intrusted him with a weapon.
I had found a sheath-knife belonging to him, but I afterwards gave it away to a friendly chief, who was immensely proud of it.
In making for the shores of the big lagoon we had to traverse some extremely difficult country.

In the first place, we encountered a series of very broken ridges, which in parts proved so hard to travel over that I almost gave up in despair.

At times there was nothing for it but to carry on my back the poor, feeble creature who, I felt, was now intrusted to my charge and keeping.

I remember that native chiefs frequently suggested that I should leave him, but I never listened to this advice for a moment.

Perhaps I was not altogether disinterested, because already my demented companion was looked upon as a kind of minor deity by the natives.