I hardly knew whether he was drunk or sober. “My bother the great M’Kamma Kamrasi!” I felt bewildered with astonishment. Then, “If you are not Kamrasi, pray who are you?” I asked. “Who am I?” he replied. “Ha, ha, ha!…

Another of my men, Yaseen, was ill; his uncle, my vakeel, came to me with a report that “his nose was bleeding violently!” Several other men fell ill; they lay helplessly about the deck in low muttering delirium, their eyes…