CHAPTER XV.
NOMA COMES TO HAFELA Hokosa advanced to the verandah and bowed to the white man with grave dignity.
"Be seated," said Owen.

"Will you not eat?
though I have nothing to offer you but these," and he pushed the basket of fruits towards him, adding, "The best of them, I fear, are already gone." "I thank you, no, Messenger; such fruits are not always wholesome at this season of the year.

I have known them to breed dysentery." "Indeed," said Owen.

"If so, I trust that I may escape.

I have suffered from that sickness, and I think that another bout of it would kill me.
In future I will avoid them.