The worst disputes between Obianga and Makuba took place when they supposed that I was asleep. The native when he lies down anywhere sleeps immediately. Whenever I was lying in the bottom of the boat they always supposed that I was asleep and that no conceivable noise could waken me. During one of their quarrels Makuba, with a voice like a thunderbolt, roars: “If you don’t do what I say I will tell Mr. Milligan that you have two wives.” “Sh—sh! Makuba,” says Obianga. “What did you tell me to do?” Such altercations as the following were not uncommon: Captain Makuba orders Obianga to “haul away on the peak halliards”; to which Obianga promptly replies: “Do it yourself.” “I won’t do it: you will do it,” says Makuba in a threatening tone. “Are you my father?” says Obianga. “No,” answers Makuba with infinite scorn. “How could a Kombi man be the father of an animal like you?” “Then stop giving me orders,” says Obianga with rising wrath. “It is not the first time you have tried it, and one of these days you will find out that it won’t do.” “One of these days you will find out that I am the captain of this boat and that you will have to obey me,” says Makuba. “Not as long as I can carry a gun,” answers Obianga. By this time they are standing up and looking hard at each other. But Makuba would not think of striking a man in a mission boat. He therefore becomes diplomatic. Suddenly in a tone altogether different he says: “Obianga, the trouble with you is that you are just a bush man; you don’t know anything about civilization. On every big ocean-steamer there is a captain, and every man on board, no matter what tribe he belongs to, obeys the captain.” Obianga becomes instantly curious and asks: “Is he rich!” “Yes,” says Makuba, “he gets big pay, and so do I get big pay.” “How much do you get, Makuba?” “How much do you think?” Obianga thinks, as well as he knows how, his countenance distorted with the effort, and at length answers reflectively: “Two dollars a mouth.”—He himself gets a dollar and a half. A broad smile engages Makuba’s features as he slowly answers: “Five dollars a month.” Obianga gives expression to his surprise in a long, low whistle. It is quite evident to him that no ordinary person could command such wages; and in a tone of utmost compliance he says: “What was it you told me to do, Makuba? I forget.” “I forget too,” says Makuba. “O, yes,” he adds, “I told you to haul on the peak halliards.” Again, it is night, dark and stormy: a tornado seems to be approaching. Captain Makuba shouts the order to Obianga, to “make fast the jib-sheet.” Obianga, who is no more afraid of a tornado than anything else, and whose head is nodding with sleep, tells him to mind his own business. Makuba, losing his patience, of which he has not a large stock, calls him a cannibal—the worst insult he could offer him, and adds: “You especially like to eat us Kombi people: you say our flesh is the best.”