I Sent Ngouta Off To Get Me Some
Tea, And Had The Hut Cleared Of An Excited Audience, And Shut
Myself
in with Hatton and Cookson's agent, and asked him seriously and
anxiously if there was not a big factory
Of the firm's on the river,
because it was self-evident he had not got anything like enough
stuff to pay off my men with, and my agreement was to pay off on the
Rembwe, hence my horror at the smallness of the firm's N'dorko
store. "Besides," I said, "Mr. Glass (I knew the head Rembwe agent
of Hatton and Cookson was a Mr. Glass), you have only got cloth and
tobacco, and I have promised the Fans to pay off in whatever they
choose, and I know for sure they want powder." "I am not Mr.
Glass," said my friend; "he is up at Agonjo, I only do small trade
for him here." Joy!!!! but where's Agonjo? To make a long story
short I found Agonjo was an hour's paddle up the Rembwe and the
place we ought to have come out at. There was a botheration again
about sending up a message, because of a war palaver; but I got a
pencil note, with my letter of introduction from Mr. Cockshut to
Sanga Glass, at last delivered to that gentleman; and down he came,
in a state of considerable astonishment, not unmixed with alarm, for
no white man of any kind had been across from the Ogowe for years,
and none had ever come out at N'dorko.
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