  The King was terribly put out; To hear him call the guard and shout, And stamp, and curse, and rave Was (as the Missionaries say) A lesson in the Godless way The heathen will behave. He sent us to a Prison, made Of pointed stakes in palisade, And there for several hours Our Leader was a mark for bricks, And eggs and cocoanuts and sticks, And pussy-cats in showers. Our former porters seemed to bear A grudge against the millionaire. Illustration: Our three travellers tied with their backs to a stake in a stockade with human bones on the ground. And yet the thing I minded most Was not the ceaseless teasing (With which the Captain was engrossed), Nor being fastened to a post (Though that was far from pleasing); But hearing them remark that they “Looked forward to the following day.” |
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