116 AFRICAN CAMP FIRES. 



water's edge. It looks across the blue waters of 

 the bay to a headland crowned with cocoa-palms, 

 and beyond the headland to the Indian Ocean. 

 The cool trades sweep across that veranda. We 

 idly watched a lone white oarsman pulling strongly 

 against the wind through the tide rips, evidently 

 bent on exercise. We speculated on the incredible 

 folly of wanting exercise ; and forgot him. An 

 hour later a huge saffron yellow squall rose from 

 China 'cross the way, filled the world with an 

 unholy light, lashed the reluctant sea to white- 

 caps, and swooped screaming on the cocoa- 

 palms. Police boats to rescue the 4 idiot oarsman ! 

 Much minor excitement ! Great rushing to and 

 fro ! We continued to sit in our lounging chairs, 

 one hand on our cool long drinks. 



