It had taken him only a minute but when he started to his feet theDutch officer had disappeared into the forest ahead. Sweet Mary, it's Schreuder! I knew he would join us before too long. The Gull moved slowly past them, reducing sail progressively, as shethreaded her way deeper into the lagoon. Then he tamped it down with the long wooden-handled ramrod.
With theonshore morning breeze filling the lug sail and all hands at the oarsthey forced their way over the bar into the hot, hushed world of theswamps. He was heading for Zanzibar, the centre of all trade onthis coast. They stood together at the rail and looked towards the dark shore,where the far hills were lit by the hellish flashes of the battlefielda In my own tribe the young warrior had to enter thecircumcision lodge before he became a man.
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