I must say that Yamba did not like the stranger, but for my sake she was wonderfully patient with him.
It was whilst living on the shores of this lagoon that I received a very extraordinary commission from a neighbouring tribe.

Not long after my arrival I heard a curious legend, to the effect that away on the other side of the lagoon there was an "evil spirit" infesting the waters, which terrified the women when they went down to fill their skins.

Well, naturally enough, the fame of the white man and his doings soon got abroad in that country, and I was one day invited by the tribe in question to go and rid them of the evil spirit.

Accordingly, accompanied by Yamba, and leaving Bruno to look after our helpless companion, we set off in response to the invitation, and in a few days reached the camp of the blacks who had sent for me.

The lagoon was here surrounded by a finely-wooded country, slightly mountainous.