author - "Norman Douglas"
The Bishop Was Feeling Rather Sea-Sick. Confoundedly Sea-Sick, In Fact. This Annoyed Him. For He Disapproved Of Sickness In Every Shape Or Form. His Own State Of Body Was Far From Satisfactory At That Moment; Africa--He Was Bishop Of Bampopo In The Equatorial Regions--Had Played The Devil With His Lower Gastric Department And Made Him Almost An Invalid; A Circumstance Of Which He Was Nowise Proud, Seeing That Ill-Health Led To Inefficiency In All Walks Of Life. There Was Nothing He Despised
The Bishop Was Feeling Rather Sea-Sick. Confoundedly Sea-Sick, In Fact. This Annoyed Him. For He Disapproved Of Sickness In Every Shape Or Form. His Own State Of Body Was Far From Satisfactory At That Moment; Africa--He Was Bishop Of Bampopo In The Equatorial Regions--Had Played The Devil With His Lower Gastric Department And Made Him Almost An Invalid; A Circumstance Of Which He Was Nowise Proud, Seeing That Ill-Health Led To Inefficiency In All Walks Of Life. There Was Nothing He Despised