The low, sweet lure to Heaven, and the tallyho to hell!

CHORUS
It is tem-tem-pitation!
The one sublime sensation!
You may doubt it, but without it
There would be no derring-do!
It's the siren of to-morrow
That knows naught of lack or sorrow,
So you'll sell your bonds and borrow,
When temptation beckons you!

Once Fred starts there is no stopping him, short of personal violence,
and he ran through his ever lengthening list of songs, not all quite
printable, until the very coral walls ached with the concertina's
wailing, and our throats were hoarse from ridiculous choruses. As
Yerkes put it:

"When pa says sing, the rest of us sing too or go crazy!"

I went to the window and tried to get a view of shipping through the
mango branches. Masts and sails--lateen spars particularly--always get
me by the throat and make me happy for a while. But all I could see
was a low wall beyond the little compound, and over the top of it
headgear of nearly all the kinds there are. (Zanzibar is a wonderful
market for second-hand clothes. There was even a tall silk hat of not
very ancient pattern.)

"Come and look, Monty!" said !, and he and Yerkes came and stood beside
me. Seeing his troubadour charm was broken, Fred snapped the catch on