He said he could not swim so far, so I told him he should help me
to build a boat to go in. Then he said, "If you go, I go."

"I go? why they would eat me!"

"No, me make them much love you."

Then he told me as well as he could, how kind they had been to
some white men. I brought out the large boat to hear what he
thought of it, but he said it was too small. We then went to look
at the old ship's boat, which, as it had been in the sun for
years, was not at all in a sound state. The poor man made sure
that it would do. But how were we to know this? I told him we
should build a boat as large as that, and that he should go home
in it. He spoke not a word, but was grave and sad.

"What ails you?" said I.

"Why, you grieve mad with your man?"

"What do you mean? I am not cross with you."

"No cross? no cross with me? Why send your man home to his own
land, then?"

"Did you not tell me you would like to go back?"

"Yes, yes, we both there; no wish self there, if you not there!"