While we were at work there came nine or 10 of the natives to a small hill a little way from us, and stood there menacing and threatening of us, and making a great noise. At last one of them came towards us, and the rest followed at a distance.
That's sort of what I felt... I miss drinking, I thought bars were truly holy places.
And I don't believe that melodramatic feelings are laughable - they should be taken absolutely seriously.

