'I had been to this place before, as one of the whites who visited this virtually unknown region where criminals and vagabonds sought refuge to escape the vengeful arm of Justice. This was a pack of insolent natives who detested the foreigner and made his stay more difficult in every possible way. They knew very well that once discovered they could no longer escape corvée and taxes, while they now lived so well from slash-and-burn agriculture and cultivation of coffee... Now the situation is completely different. Where tigers had previously wandered... there are now neat houses, and animals on the hills of carefully tended coffee plots under heavy shade trees.' (Uit Onze Koloniën pp 734-735)