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with the Shark Point wreckers, and found that 
they thought like Arthegal, 
“ For equal right in equal things doth stand.” 
Moreover, here, as in the Shetlands of the early 
nineteenth century, when the keel touches bottom 
the seaman loses his rights, and she belongs to the 
shore. 
Tom Peter offered to show us other relics of 
the past if we would give him two days. A little 
party was soon made up, Mr. J. C. Bigley, the 
master, and Mr. Richards, the excellent gunner of 
the “ Griffon,” were my companions. We set out 
in a south-by-easterly direction to the bottom 
of Sonho, or Diogo’s Bay, which Barbot calls “ Bay 
of Pampus Rock.” Thence we entered Alligator 
River, a broad lagoon, the Raphael Creek of 
Maxwells map, not named in the hydrographic 
chart of 1859. Leading south with many a bend, 
it is black water and thick, fetid mud, garnished 
with scrubby mangrove, where Kru-boys come to 
cut fuel and catch fever; here the dew seemed to 
fall in cold drops. After nine miles we reached 
a shallow fork, one tine of which, according to 
our informants, comes from the Congo Grande, 
or Sao Salvador, distant a week’s march. Leaving 
the whaler in charge of a Kru-man, we landed, 
and walked about half a mile over loose sand 
bound by pine-apple root, to the Banza Sonho, 
