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that I have never tasted good coffee where people grow it 

 themselves. 



Although this was the height of the dry season, and 

 there was a fine wind all day, it was by no means a 

 healthy time of year. My boy Ali had hardly been a 

 day on shore when he was attacked by fever, which put 

 me to great inconvenience, as at the house where I was 

 staying nothing could be obtained but at meal-times. 

 After having cured Ali, and with much difficulty got 

 another servant to cook for me, I was no sooner settled 

 at my country abode than the latter was attacked with 

 the same disease ; and, having a wife in the town, left me. 

 Hardly was he gone than I fell ill myself, with strong 

 intermittent fever every other day. In about a week I 

 got over it, by a liberal use of quinine, when scarcely was 

 I on my legs than Ali again became worse than ever. His 

 fever attacked him daily, but early in the morning he was 

 pretty well, and then managed to cook me enough for the 

 day. In a week I cured him, and also succeeded in 

 getting another boy who could cook and shoot, and had no 

 objection to go into the interior. His name was Baderoon, 

 and as he was unmarried and had been used to a roving 

 life, having been several voyages to North Australia to 

 catch trepang or " beche de mer," I was in hopes of being 

 able to keep him. I also got hold of a little impudent rascal 

 of twelve or fourteen, who could speak some Malay, to 



