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old and powerful chief—the dread in his younger days 
of all the tribes around—the man whom every body re- 
spected, the man whose word was law, was gentle with 
me, was kind to me, and never did a single mean thing, 
never took any advantage of me; and whatevét I said 
was sure to be attended to, if possible. 
Going to a hunt, his last words were always to those 
. who went with me, “Take care of my white man;” and, 
as he often said, if he had been a young man ‘he would 
have gone with us. LHvery fowl or goat he had he gave 
to me, every bit of game his-slaves or his friends killed 
for him was mine, and when we travelled in company we 
always ate together, and we always managed to make a 
pleasant table. For I wanted to show these people the 
difference between civilized and savage life, and Quen- 
gueza always ate with a fork and on a plate. I love old 
Quengueza, and it makes me happy to think that he 
knows I love him. 
As we were preparing to go, my Bakalai friends came 
in with presents of provisions. Baskets of cassava, 
smoked-boar hams, smoked fishes, sweet potatoes, were 
=< brought as free-will offerings. 
Malaouen, Gambo, and Querlaouen were always near 
me, their wives came every day to see me, and their chil- 
dren were always around me. All the Bakalai seemed to 
me to be kinder than ever. 
Good Obindji seemed so sorry! The evening before 
my departure I called him into my hut and gave him a 
nice coat and a red cap, which I had kept especially for 
him, and to his head wife I gave a necklace of large 
beads. I did not forget friends Malaouen, Gambo, and 
(Juerlaouen. 
