human
Queer thing this sort of contrast, Fanning, said Sellon, who with his back against the rock was blowing tobacco clouds with post-prandial contentment.
gpt
I suppose some of these evenings, when one gets back into dress clothes and heavy dinner-parties again, one will look back to this crouch under a big cliff as a kind of dream.
human
I suppose so. Yet man is a would-be adaptable animal, after all. I remember a chap, an Englishman, who was with me sea-cow shooting up on the Tonga border. He had an idea of doing at Rome as Romans do, so he got hold of a Zulu _mutya_ [A kind of apron--pretty scanty in dimensions. It is usually made of cat-tails and bullock-hide], and cut about in nothing but that and a pair of canvas shoes. We were after the hippos in a boat, and it was risky, too--for the river was full of crocodiles--in case a hippo should tilt us over. Well, before we had pushed off an hour, the joker was burnt red, and in less than two was literally skinned alive. He didn't kill any sea-cows that day.
gpt
Battling sport, that sea-cow shooting must be. What do you say, Fanning, when we've found our Golconda, to starting a shooting-trip bang into the interior? Hallo! What's that giving tongue? Sounds for all the world like a pack of foxhounds.