WHAT BECAME OF A YOHlsrO PL AOTEB^S OUTFIT^ 
all his relations^ appliGd his stick most vigorously 
on th© mat bag which covered his shoulders, which, 
'^of course, made a loud rattling noise, and, of course 
also, did not hurt him. So the real culprits, the strong 
lazy fellows, went off to the lines, and the small boy, 
who dared not beard the kangani, was made to put 
their work to rights, after having finished his own. 
It was evident this sort of thing could not be allowed 
iito go on, and after a good deal of consultation as 
to what was best to be done, the conductor said : 
know a plan,* just allow me one or two days, 
..and there will be plenty of pegs put out, and master 
will have no more trouble. Master, please give me 
.an old shirt.” Mr. Fresh started. He had, both at 
home and on the voyage out, heard a good deal 
about the extortionate craving of the natives for 
presents, and their unreasonable demands and ex- 
pectations dn this way on all occasions;; he had been 
cautioned against giving way to them in this respect, 
but still it might be the custom before commencing 
.any new works on an estate to bestow a small pre- 
sent on the man in charge. So he replied rather 
cautiously, he had no old shirts, his clothes being 
all like himself — fresh and new — and he was also 
of opinion that the demand, even for an old shirt, 
was rather premature. However, after a few days, 
;if the lining went on well, and the present difficulty 
was safely got over, the conductor should have a 
new shirt and one with the best and brightest pattern. 
The conductor actually shewed his teeth, which was 
his way of laughing, and said, see, master not 
understand. I am one proper man, and never ask 
^presents from any one ; master say ‘ Take ’ I say ‘ No.’ 
My father and mother very rich and very respect- 
able people in the Kukulu Korale? and very great 
shame for me to ask or take present from master. 
All I want ds to do the work properly, and get a 
good character from master ; that is quite enough 
for me. I don’t care for shirts, pay, or anything, 
only good character. What 1 wanted an old shirt 
for was to tear up into strips and make marks on 
;:the ropes, but, if master don’t care, a new one will 
be better. ” Mr. Fresh now goes into the bungalow 
and brings out a shirt, which he hands over to the 
conductor, who immediately commences to tear it 
.all up into pieces — six inches in length by one in 
breadth. He then takes all the lining ropes and 
joins them all into one. Then, with the help of a 
^stick, six feet in length, he inserts into the plies 
of the rope the torn pieces of shirt, and there they 
hung like small flags attached to the rope, six feet 
.;apart. When it was all done he explained to his 
