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fluent observations on the slackness of his paddlers, realized that his acquaintance with Central Africa was an extensive one. He cursed in Swahili and Portuguese, and his language was forcible and impolite. "Well," he said at last, "I'll be getting along. I'll make a fishing village for the night, and I ought to reach my destination in a week. I shan't be seeing you again, so I'll say good-bye." "How do you suppose you're going to get out of the country?" asked Bones curiously. Mr. Corklan laughed. "So long!" he said. "One moment, my dashin' old explorer," said Bones. "A little formality--I want to see your trunks opened." A look of suspicion dawned on the man's face. "What for?" "A little formality, my jolly old hero," said Bones. "Why didn't you say so before?" growled the man, and had his two trunks landed. "I suppose you know you're exceeding your duty?" "I didn't know--thanks for tellin' me," said Bones. "The fact is, sir an' fellow-man, I'm the Custom House officer." The man opened his bags, and Bones explored. He found three bottles of whisky, and these he extracted. "What's the idea?" asked Mr. Corklan. Bones answered him by breaking the bottles on a near-by stone. "Here, what the dickens----" "Wine is a mocker," said Bones, "strong drink is ragin'. This is what is termed in the land of Hope an' Glory a prohibition State, an' I'm entitled to fine you five hundred of the brightest an' best for attemptin' to smuggle intoxicants into our innocent country." Bones expected an outburst; instead, his speech evoked no more than a snigger. "You're funny," said the man. "My friends tell me so," admitted Bones. "But there's nothin' funny about drink. Acquainted as you are with the peculiar workin's of the native psychology, dear sir, you will understand the primitive cravin' of the untutored mind for the enemy that we put in our mouths to steal away our silly old brains. I wish you 'bon voyage.'" "So long," said Mr. Corklan. Bones went back to the Residency and made his report, and there, for the time being, the matter ended. It was not unusual for wandering scientists, manufacturers, and representatives of shipping companies to arrive armed with letters of introduction or command, and to be dispatched into the interior. The visits, happily, were few and far between. On this occasion Sanders, being uneasy, sent one of his spies to follow the adventurer, with orders to report any extra
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