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Years ago, before any tangible form of government came to the lands which form the watershed of the Big River, there was a missionary who was not like other missionaries, for he combined the rare qualities of zeal for his dark brethren with the possession of great wealth. He was the son of a rich New York financier, and was, in consequence, able to gratify his every whim; whilst his brother's took the form of ballooning -- at that time regarded as the smartest of hobbies -- Henry T. Fellin's peculiar eccentricity lay in the belief that the difference between black men and white men was largely a matter of colour and environment.
He spent an exciting year in the Akasava district. His departure was rendered necessary by the failure of his brother's parachute to open at the psychological moment. He arrived in New York with two small boys, one from the Isisi and one from the Akasava, and the heartless reporters of the city suggested that he had brought his mourning with him.