A HORN WITH A HISTORY 



reluctantly to cut short our most interesting conversa- 

 tion, and return to the steamer. As soon as I was 

 aboard, the skipper weighed anchor and we pro- 

 ceeded very cautiously down through the channel 

 out into the open sea. As we were due to arrive 

 in Kismayu at sunrise the next morning, I went 

 to bed early. A fresh north-easterly wind was 

 blowing, and the tiny steamer plunged and staggered 

 over the heavy seas in a most uncomfortable fashion, 

 but the air was cool, and I should have slept well 

 had it not been for the dreadful sounds that rose 

 from the wretched natives below. 



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