"I ask you of spiritual impressions and you dilate to me of geological formations and the growth of timber.

You felt nothing in the spiritual line ?" "I felt nothing except a chill," I answered, for I was tired and hungry.

"What the devil are you driving at ?" "Have you got that flask of Hollands about you, Quatermain ?" "Oh! those are the spirits you are referring to," I remarked with sarcasm as I handed it to him.
He took a good pull and replied-- "Not at all, except in the sense that bad spirits require good spirits to correct them, as the Bible teaches.

To come to facts," he added in a changed voice, "I have never been in a place that depressed me more than that thrice accursed patch of bush." "Why did it depress you ?" I asked, studying him as well as I could in the fading light.

To tell the truth I feared lest he had knocked his head when the wildebeeste upset him, and was suffering from delayed concussion.
"Can't tell you, Quatermain.