In weather like this a native hut must be a rather uncomfortable place to live in. I lived in one for years, said the missionary. When the little native girl brought in the fried bananas which formed the sweet they had every day, Davidson turned to h...
And in the evening after the high tea which was their last meal, while they sat in the stiff parlour, the ladies working and Dr Macphail smoking his pipe, the missionary told them of his work in the islands. When we went there they had no sense of si...
RAIN It was nearly bed-time and when they awoke next morning land would be in sight. Dr Macphail lit his pipe and, leaning over the rail, searched the heavens for the Southern Cross. After two years at the front and a wound that had taken longer to h...