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When our boat touched the beach in front of the trader's house just as / the dawn was breaking, I thought Kabaira Bay one of the loveliest places / in the Pacific, and said so to the man I had been sent to relieve. He / quite concurred in my opinion of the beauties of the scenery, but said / that he was very glad to get away. Then, being a cheerful man, though / given to unnecessary blasphemy, like most South Sea Island traders, he / took me out to the rich garden at the back of the station and showed / me the grave of his predecessor, who had died of fever a year before. / Further on, but outside the enclosing fence, were some more graves, he / said.
'Whose? ' I asked.