“But far away in Africa, where the monkeys chattered in the palm-trees before they went to bed under the big yellow moon, they would say to one another,
‘I wonder what The Good Man’s doing now-over there, in the Land of White Men! Do you think he will ever come back?’
And Polynesia would squeak out from the vines, ‘I think he will- I guess he will- I hope he will!‘”