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Martin, and myself, to put up with him. AVe got 

 through the surf without much difficulty, as there 

 was but little sea on, and were conducted by our 

 host to his very comfortable-looking quarters, 

 where we were agreeably surprised to find dinner 

 ready, and a table literally groaning with delicacies 

 and good cheer. Many of the dishes, being 

 specialities of the coast, were quite new to us, and 

 deserve notice. They were "Fish-soup;" "Kin- 

 naw," split fish fried in palm butter and other 

 condiments; " Palm-oil Chop," the African curry, 

 made with palm-oil instead of butter, and eaten 

 with " Kankie " (native bread, somewhat like the 

 corn-cake of the Southern States of America) as 

 well as with rice cooked "pilau" fashion. The 

 chef-d' ceuvre of the repast, however, was " Kickie," 

 a dish of minced fowl and force-meat balls, 

 flavoured a merveille, and served up like a "West 

 Indian pepper-pot in the black earthenware chattie 

 in which it is made. Besides these native pro- 

 ductions we had a splendid turkey at one end 

 of the table and a ham at the other ; a quail and 

 venison stew, the odoriferous fumes of which 



