Ten years in Equatoria; . e storm. Next morning, the sun rose in all its splendour, whilst we weresearching for our poor donkey, which, dragging the post to whichit had been tied, was feeding quietly at more than two hoursjourney from the village. The huts of the Abarambo, detached from one another, or stand-ing two by two, but seldom grouped together in numbers, arescattered over the sides of the hills or hidden in the long grass ofthe valleys ; having rather the appearance of improvised huts fortemporary shelter than of permanent dwellings. They consist of aconical roof built on the ground a
Ten years in Equatoria; . e storm. Next morning, the sun rose in all its splendour, whilst we weresearching for our poor donkey, which, dragging the post to whichit had been tied, was feeding quietly at more than two hoursjourney from the village. The huts of the Abarambo, detached from one another, or stand-ing two by two, but seldom grouped together in numbers, arescattered over the sides of the hills or hidden in the long grass ofthe valleys ; having rather the appearance of improvised huts fortemporary shelter than of permanent dwellings. They consist of aconical roof built on the ground and covered by grass ; inside themare a few stools and a bedstead, formed of four rough posts stuckinto the ground, upon which some sticks are laid longitudinallyand across; the mattress is represented by a few handfuls of drygrass. Similar to their beds are the ornaments of the dwellings; aiTOWSof various shapes, Mambettu and Sandeh shields, a few earthenwarepots of different sizes, but uniformly rough. A special industry. MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS. 133 gives an idea of their talent—the art of making pretty little statuesby wood-carving is theirs, and in this way they excel all the othertribes. The handles of their mandolines, the lids of their barkboxes, the girdles which they use for dress, are all ornamentedwith carvings of human heads and small figures, in which a certainregularity of design is united to clever and intelligent workmanship. At sunrise, on the third day after my arrival, shouts of warresounded through the village, the hurry of armed men, and womenrunning about shrieking and uttering broken words, all pointingtowards the valley ; a large dog-headed ape, the terror of the poorhusbandmen, had been discovered in a maize-field close by. Hun-dreds of arrows were aimed at it, it was struck by lances, and thepoor animal having at last been killed was triumj)hantly borne tothe village. The king came and offered it to me. What am I to do with it ? I said. It is quite spoil
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