It was in many ways really a kind of nightmare, and though I 

 kept on telling myself *It is true; it is true', my inner self was like 

 an obstinate animal that would keep on stupidly turning back 

 towards the doubts and fears that had torn and tortured me all 

 through those long days and nights. 



I took Hunt aboard and paid him the ^£200 E.A. I had; £100 

 for the reward to the native and the rest to cover his own ex- 

 penses. In the few hours before leaving Durban I had got friends 

 to get me as many as possible of the newspapers that covered the 

 affair, as I knew Hunt would value them. I now gave the bundle to 

 him, and .they clearly were a treasure. 



I reflected that not only he but all these people had shared an 

 event of which they would be able to talk with profit, or at least I 

 hoped so, all their lives. 



