Chapter 59

It was with a heavy heart he went on. His stock was dwindling, and he had little to show for his labours. Not even the most tempting and the most gaudy of Manchester goods had induced the lazy Isisi to collect rubber. They offered him dried fish, tiny chickens and service for his desirable cloth and beads, but rubber or gum they were disinclined to collect. Night was coming on when he made the hut of the solitary stranger. He directed his paddlers to the beach and landed for the night. Whilst his four men lit a fir…