The bait was nothing in particular, but as the fish were not particular that was of no consequence.

The reader will not be surprised, then, when we state that in an hour or so Moses had had his heart progged considerably and had filled a large bag with superb fish, with which he returned, perspiring, beaming, and triumphant to breakfast.
After breakfast the whole party went forth for what Verkimier styled "zee business of zee day," armed with guns, spears, botanical boxes, bags, wallets, and butterfly nets.
In the immediate neighbourhood of the village large clearings in the forest were planted as coffee gardens, each separated from the other for the purpose of isolation, for it seems that coffee, like the potato, is subject to disease.

Being covered with scarlet flowers these gardens had a fine effect on the landscape when seen from the heights behind the village.

Passing through the coffee grounds the party was soon in the tangled thickets of underwood through which many narrow paths had been cut.
We do not intend to drag our readers through bog and brake during the whole of this day's expedition; suffice it to say that the collection of specimens made, of all kinds, far surpassed the professor's most sanguine expectations, and, as for the others, those who could more or less intelligently sympathise did so, while those who could not were content with the reflected joy of the man of science.
At luncheon--which they partook of on the river-bank, under a magnificently umbrageous tree--plans for the afternoon were fixed.
"We have kept together long enough, I think," said Van der Kemp.

"Those of us who have guns must shoot something to contribute to the national feast on our return." "Vell, let us divide," assented the amiable naturalist.