A Question of Latitude
A Question of Latitude
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ongo.
"It was there," he said, pointing, "the Three Castles struck on the rocks. She was a total loss. So were her passengers," he added. "They ate them."
Everett gazed suspiciously at the unmoved face of the veteran.
"WHO ate them?" he asked guardedly. "Sharks?"
"The natives that live back of that shore-line in the lagoons."
Everett laughed with the assurance of one for whom a trap had been laid and who had cleverly avoided it.
"Cannibals," he mocked. "Cannibals went out of date with pirates. But perhaps," he added apologetically, "this happened some years ago?"
"Happened last month," said the trader.
"But Liberia is a perfectly good republic," protested Everett. "The blacks there may not be as far advanced as in your colonies, but they're not cannibals."
"Monrovia is a very small part of Liberia," said the trader dryly. "And none of these protectorates, or crown colonies, on this coast pretends to control much of the Hinterland. There is Sierra
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A young crusading muckraker is sent by his weekly to report on the truth about the Congo. He finds a place so foreign to his background and values that he loses touch with reality.
Not a bad story, it illustrates nicely the bewilderment and erratic behavior of someone completely out of his element.
Not a bad story, it illustrates nicely the bewilderment and erratic behavior of someone completely out of his element.
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