to consider the very thing which before he had taken for
granted, and here is an extract from his conclusions. I paraphrase him,
for he was not grammatical.

_It's easy enough to be brave if you're feeling well and have food
inside you. And it's not so difficult even if you're short of a meal
and seedy, for that makes you inclined to gamble. I mean by being brave
playing the game by the right rules without letting it worry you that
you may very likely get knocked on the head. It's the wisest way to
save your skin. It doesn't do to think about death if you're facing a
charging lion or trying to bluff a lot of savages. If you think about
it you'll get it; if you don't, the odds are you won't. That kind of
courage is only good nerves and experience ... Most courage is
experience. Most people are a little scared at new things ..._

_You want a bigger heart to face danger which you go out to look for,
and which doesn't come to you in the ordinary way of business. Still,
that's pretty much the same thing--good nerves and good health, and a
natural liking for rows. You see, Dick, in all that game there's a lot
of fun. There's excitement and the fun of using your wits and skill,
and you know that the bad bits can't last long. When Arcoll sent me to
Makapan's kraal I didn't altogether fancy the job, but at the worst it
was three parts sport, and I got so excited that I never thought of the
risk till it was over ..._

_But the big courage is the cold-blooded kind, the kind that never lets
go even when you're feeling empty inside, and your blood's thin, and
there's no kind of fun or profit to be had, and the trouble's not over
in an hour or two but lasts for months and years. One of the men here
was speaking about that kind, and he called it 'Fortitude'. I reckon
fortitude's the biggest thing a man can have--just to go on enduring
when there's no guts or heart left in you. Billy had it when he trekked
solitary from Garungoze to the Limpopo with fever and a broken arm just
to show the Portugooses that he wouldn't be downed by them. But the
head man at the job was the Apostle Paul ..._

Peter was writing for his own comfort, for fortitude was all that was
left to him now. But his words came pretty straight to me, and I read
them again and again, for I needed the lesson. Here was I losing heart
just because I had failed in the first round and my pride had taken a
knock. I felt honestly ashamed of myself, and that made me a