"You
not catch fever, Little Bonsa," here he dropped his voice and looked
down at the box which had served Alan for a pillow, "see to that. But
quinine give you appetite for breakfast. Very good chop this morning.
Which you like best? Cold ven'son, or fish, or one of them ducks you
shoot yesterday?"
"Oh! some of the cold meat, I think. Give the ducks to the boatmen, I
don't fancy them in this hot place. By the way, Jeekie, we leave the Qua
River here, don't we?"
"Yes, yes, Major, just here. I 'member spot well, for your uncle he pray
on it one whole hour; I pretend pray too, but in heart give thanks
to Little Bonsa, for heathen in those days, quite different now. This
morning we begin walk through forest where it rather dark and cool
and comfortable, that is if we no see dwarf people from whom good Lord
deliver us," and he bowed towards the box containing Little Bonsa.
"Will those four porters come with us through the forest, Jeekie, as
they promised?"
"Yes, yes, they come. Last night they say they not come, too much afraid
of dwarf. But I settle their hash. I tell them I save up bits of their
hair and toe nails when they no thinking, and I mix it with medicine,
and if they not come, they die every one before they get home.
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