If you want horrors though, I can supply you.

For one man who succeeds over there, there are a dozen who find it a short cut down into hell.

I can tell you if you like of my days of starvation." "Go on!" Like many men who talk but seldom, he had the gift when he chose to speak of reproducing his experiences in vivid though unpolished language.

He told her of the days when he had worked on the banks of the Congo with the coolies, a slave in everything but name, when the sun had burned the brains of men to madness, and the palm wine had turned them into howling devils.

He told her of the natives of Bekwando, of the days they had spent amongst them in that squalid hut when their fate hung in the balance day by day, and every shout that went up from the warriors gathered round the house of the King was a cry of death.