. A naturalist's wanderings in the Eastern archipelago; a narrative of travel and exploration from 1878 to 1883. heir dress was a simple tunic, the taisfeta, hungfrom the waist or from the armpits to the knees. The women did all the selling and buying, while the menstrutted about exchanging with each other drinks of palm-wine—to which they are inordinately given. Besides thedifferent food stuffs, there were exposed for sale on the ground,piles of those beautiful cloths, entirely spun and woven bythemselves, in which both betweenthemselves and among the surround-ing islands a large trade is don
. A naturalist's wanderings in the Eastern archipelago; a narrative of travel and exploration from 1878 to 1883. heir dress was a simple tunic, the taisfeta, hungfrom the waist or from the armpits to the knees. The women did all the selling and buying, while the menstrutted about exchanging with each other drinks of palm-wine—to which they are inordinately given. Besides thedifferent food stuffs, there were exposed for sale on the ground,piles of those beautiful cloths, entirely spun and woven bythemselves, in which both betweenthemselves and among the surround-ing islands a large trade is done, andcigarette and tobacco holders ex-quisitely woven out of thin shreds ofpalm-leaf, on which are worked inadditional fibres most artistic coloureddesigns in yellow, red, and black, ofdyes made also by themselves; thered out of the nut of the Morindacitrifolia, the yellow from the epi- jgftdermis of an epidendric orchid called ornamentation on smallsuaih, and the black (or dark blue) BAMBOa from the indigo. The favourite and typical carved ornaition that I observed on their weapons and accoutiement- and. 464 A NATURALISTS WANDERINGS engraved on the pipe figured on p. 429, closely resemblesthat on some of the ancient British remains found at Taplowin 1882. Another pattern is represented on page 463. I was told that rarely a month passed without once, oroftener. the market being suddenly broken up by a drunkenbrawl, as few of the men ever leave it sober. I myself witnessed the preliminary blaze of passion in afierv spirit who, aggrieved in some way, had sought his foe inthe market-place, whither he had come, however, just too lateto find him. It was a sight to remember—the flashing eyesand passionate mien of that wild savage, the hasty and signifi-cant look at the priming of his flint-lock, as he dashed away inhot pursuit (a wild cry being passed down the valley to thepursued), bounding from rock to rock in the river bed like achamois, his coi and long knife dangling by his
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