I love the story of how the eyes hyenas at night just beyond the campfire could actually be the eyes of a dead relative who wants to exact revenge for some wrong you did to them in life.

Interesting juxtaposition between the shipping of the piano (a bit of culture in an ‘uncultured’ land) with that of how Mr. Roos leaves dead meat hanging around to ward off flies and he engages in the low-cunning of leopard traps.