"Ugh! Dat because you one big woman."
McTavish wore a plain grey kilt and badger-head sporran.
"By gum!" said Stormalong, laughing, "there is enough of you, sir, to make two women instead of one."
"You big bigee woman, and lub ebery man. Dat is how. But," he went on, "Fadder-landee[1] much more goodee as Bleetish man. Bleetish man wuff--wuff (rough and unkind), he call me, Gobolohlo, one dam niggah. All same Gobolohlo chief from far ober de mountain."
[1] The German Colonist.
He struck his painted chest with his fist, to show that he was Gobolohlo, and that he wasn't to be scorned.
But McTavish appeased him with tobacco, which he began to tear and chew.
"Fadder-landee," he continued, "he come on soh (shore) in he boat. He seek for Gobolohlo in de fah inteliol (far interior). He touch Gobolohlo, he gibee me mooch dlink to dlink, mooch fine baccy, and so I lub he.
"Den he say to me, Gobolohlo, he say, 'Fadder-landee not make goodee meat. Engleese man mooch fine long-pig. Fadder-landee no goodee eat. Taste.' Den I take he hand and lick. Foo--foo. Bad, bad.[2] But, 'poh chief,' he tellee me now. You lookee pale. All you fightee men lookee sick. Go to de Bleetish side, and get flesh (fresh) air, you soon be bettah after dat.
[2] This German officer had no doubt rubbed his hands with quinine. A good idea when one visits cannibals.