Hanno, probably also seeking mineral wealth, went along the African coast. He established a trading post named Kerne—which remained a viable center until Roman times—in West Africa, perhaps in the vicinity of the Senegal River, and continued into the Bight of Biafra, where he saw Mount Cameroon during an eruption and encountered the wild tribe known as the Gorillai, whose name in the nineteenth century was applied to the species of anthropoid ape.

“Well,” I answered, at first with uncertainty, then with inspiration, “he would do splendidly to lead your cotillon, if you think of having one.” ¶ “So you do not dance, Mr. Crocker?” ¶ I was somewhat set back by her perspicuity.

My brother (the minor regional poet and CnW artiste) went to Orlando (in the Mouse Kingdom) for a minor regional poet's confab oncet and hooked up with a cowboy poet from Wyoming.

So you're climbing the evolutionary ladder, and you've just begun to break the chains of apedom.