Jones was caught in a pickle between second and third.

He caught her as she went past and pulled her around. She threw up her hands and closed her good eye. Aiee, she cried. Aiee.

Locals would speak sorrowfully about the state of affairs, often while nursing their sole plate of sadza (maize porridge) for the day.

Three or four strange-looking things now came close to our boat, which I understood were called ‘catamarans’, consisting of nothing more than two or three large trees, the trunk part only strongly lashed together, upon which sat two men nearly in a state of nature […] .