A naturalist in the Transvaal

It had been two cabins, but when Sir Garnet, or one of those big swells, went down the coast in the Dunkeld they had knocked away the partition and never put it up again. There was a sofa in the cabin, and a little table in front of it. Sir Henry sent the steward for a bottle of whiskey, and the three of us sat down and lit our pipes. "Mr. Quatermain," said Sir Henry Curtis, when the steward had brought the whiskey and lit the lamp (сказал сэр Генри Куртис, когда стюард принес виски и зажег лампу), "the year before last, about this time (в позапрошлом году, примерно в это же время; about — зд. указывает на приблизительность: около, приблизительно), you were, I believe, at a place called Bamangwato, to the north of the Transvaal[10] (вы были, я полагаю, в местечке под названием Бамангвато, что к северу от Трансвааля; to believe — верить; думать, полагать, считать; place — место; населенный пункт, город, местечко)." "I was (/да/, я был)," I answered (ответил я), rather surprised that this gentleman should be so well ...»