Mr. Bushby,
the British resident, offered to take me in his boat by a creek,
where I should see a pretty waterfall, and by which means my walk
would be shortened. He likewise procured for me a guide. Upon
asking a neighbouring chief to recommend a man, the chief himself
offered to go; but his ignorance of the value of money was so
complete, that at first he asked how many pounds I would give him,
but afterwards was well contented with two dollars. When I showed
the chief a very small bundle which I wanted carried, it became
absolutely necessary for him to take a slave. These feelings of
pride are beginning to wear away; but formerly a leading man would
sooner have died than undergone the indignity of carrying the
smallest burden. My companion was a light active man, dressed in a
dirty blanket, and with his face completely tattooed. He had
formerly been a great warrior. He appeared to be on very cordial
terms with Mr. Bushby; but at various times they had quarrelled
violently. Mr. Bushby remarked that a little quiet irony would
frequently silence any one of these natives in their most
blustering moments. This chief has come and harangued Mr. Bushby in
a hectoring manner, saying, "A great chief, a great man, a friend
of mine, has come to pay me a visit--you must give him something
good to eat, some fine presents, etc.
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