"Kiva- Kiva." The Fans Stood Still And Talked Angrily Among Themselves For Some Minutes, And Then, Silence Said To Me, "It Would Be Bad Palaver If Kiva No Live For This Place," In A Tone That Conveyed To Me The Idea He Thought This Unpleasant Contingency Almost A Certainty.

The Passenger exhibited unmistakable symptoms of wishing he had come by another boat.

I got up from my seat in the bottom of the canoe and leisurely strolled ashore, saying to the line of angry faces "M'boloani" in an unconcerned way, although I well knew it was etiquette for them to salute first. They grunted, but did not commit themselves further. A minute after they parted to allow a fine-looking, middle-aged man, naked save for a twist of dirty cloth round his loins and a bunch of leopard and wild cat tails hung from his shoulder by a strip of leopard skin, to come forward. Pagan went for him with a rush, as if he were going to clasp him to his ample bosom, but holding his hands just off from touching the Fan's shoulder in the usual way, while he said in Fan, "Don't you know me, my beloved Kiva? Surely you have not forgotten your old friend?" Kiva grunted feelingly, and raised up his hands and held them just off touching Pagan, and we breathed again. Then Gray Shirt made a rush at the crowd and went through great demonstrations of affection with another gentleman whom he recognised as being a Fan friend of his own, and whom he had not expected to meet here.

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