I had been traveling from the Andes to the North Pole. I had businesses
everywhere. I almost had a fit when I saw the tax I had to pay for importing a shipload of
Baltic ore. It was that year when I invited our Bantu friend who had worked half his
life in South Africa, to come over and settle here. His name was Ya Toto and he saved my
life then. Unalert I was, when Ben Macula, an overworked man in a fad, attacked me with a
knife. It really daunts me when I think back.
In his country, Ya was a farrier, and not being used to the hectic life here, he
became very anomic. At the office he kept calling me "Baas", saying "I'll
moil hard Baas". I felt awkward about him laboring for me, and I told him that I
wanted him and his family to have a riant old age. Now his aunt is coming over too and
those people are happiest when they sit on their porches and work in their gardens. I
think I did good.
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