Goodenough had recovered his strength,
and they again moved forward.
CHAPTER XII: A NEGRO'S STORY
On arriving at a large village one day, they were struck as they
approached by the far greater appearance of comfort and neatness
than generally distinguish African villages. The plots of plantations
were neatly fenced, the street was clean and well kept. As they
entered the village they were met by the principal people, headed
by an old white haired negro.
"Me berry glad to see you, white men," he said. "Long time me no
see white men."
"And it is a long time," said Mr. Goodenough, shaking hands with
him, "since I have heard the sound of my own tongue outside my
party."
"Me berry glad to see you," repeated the negro. "Me chief of
dis village. Make you berry comfortable, sar. Great honor for dis
village dat you come here. Plenty eberyting for you, fowl, and
eggs, and plantain, and sometime a sheep."
"We have, indeed, fallen into the lap of luxury," Mr. Goodenough
said to Frank; and they followed the negro to his hut. "I suppose
the old man has been employed in one of the factories upon the
coast."
The interior of the hut was comfortably furnished and very clean.
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