Chapter 36

Fendi’s pride in his home town brought no enthusiastic response from his companion. “Yuh! That Governor General’s palace is fine, but gimme Little Old!” In this familiar way did he refer to the Empire City of New York. In the lodging house where they stayed they met a Christian, American-trained native who had worked with the missionaries until he was found out. He had stories to tell of a land flowing with milk and honey—a raw, rich country stiff with dead ivory. “Why, fellers, there was a guy from Liberia, a nigg…