The White Man's Foot - Grant Allen - Bog

"[...]merely the last, I didn't much mind. Frank and I were thoroughly at home with nasty-tempered volcanoes, and knew their tricks and their manners down to the ground far too well to be in the least afraid of them. I had been engaged in studying their manifestations indeed for the last six years; and Frank, who was born to face danger, had joined me in all my expeditions and explorations ever since he'd been big enough to carry a knapsack. In the course of the afternoon however I happened to be standing with pretty little Kea near the bow of the[...]."