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Ch. 4: Glamorous Isles

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THE PEARL TRADER
a boss buyer of pearl and shell, collected a sizable fortune, was thrown one day from his horse in the bush and died there of thirst before he could be found.
The Chow-Fa, which carried me on this stage of my .adven­tures, was owned by the North German Lloyd Steamship Company. She was just one of a number of unromantic but profitable freighters with restricted passenger accommodation which served as auxiliaries to the big German liners calling at Singapore. But her scheduled run sounded like adventure it­self: through the China Sea, past the Sarawak and Brunei coasts to Labuan Island, thence to Jesselton, Kudat, Sandakan in British North Borneo; from there past the diminutive twin islands of Banguey to—at last—Jolo in the Mindoro Sea and Zamboanga on the island of Mindanao in the Southern Philip­pines. Here was the "Solo-Sumbungu" of old Leon.
The names as I read them were thrilling enough, but the yarns I heard from the clerks at the shipping office and from other people left me no doubt that I should get plenty of excitement if I got nothing else. Eventually, as it turned out, I was not disappointed either way.
A fellow at Raffles Hotel told me that the Chow'Fa's skipper had the trade in pearls from these islands all in his own hands and advised me not to mention my business while on board. Otherwise, he hinted, I might find myself overboard in a shark-infested sea. "The skipper talks soft, he's a smood-ger," he said. "But he will stand no interference with his busi­ness."
I paid for this advice with a bottle of fizz, but later when I knew the skipper of the Chow-Fa I realized that my leg had been pulled. A good fellow he was, tall, blond, blue-eyed, typically German and excellent company. As there was only one other passenger, we had many a long chat together. In the course of our talk he casually inquired after the object of my trip. I was not going to take undue risks, so I said I was a naturalist.
On the morning of the tenth day, as the sun rose out of the sea, we stood off Jolo, and as the rays dispelled the purple
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