. The uncivilized races of men in all countries of the world : being a comprehensive account of their manners and customs, and of their physical, social, mental, moral and religious characteristics . the only twosubjects which seem to inspire a Kaffirsmuse, namely, war and cattle. This partic-ular composition treated of the latter sub-ject, and began with All the calves aredrinking water. A very grajihic account of the method inwhich the Kaffirs sing in concert is givenby Mr. Mason, wlio seems to have writtenhis description immediately after witnessingthe scene, and while the impression wassti
. The uncivilized races of men in all countries of the world : being a comprehensive account of their manners and customs, and of their physical, social, mental, moral and religious characteristics . the only twosubjects which seem to inspire a Kaffirsmuse, namely, war and cattle. This partic-ular composition treated of the latter sub-ject, and began with All the calves aredrinking water. A very grajihic account of the method inwhich the Kaffirs sing in concert is givenby Mr. Mason, wlio seems to have writtenhis description immediately after witnessingthe scene, and while the impression wasstill strong on his mind: — By the light of a small oil lanij) I wascompleting my English journal, ready forthe mail which sailed next day; and, whilethus busily employed, time stole away sosoftly that it was late ere I closed and sealedit up. A fearful shout now burst fromthe recesses of the surrounding jungle, ap-parently within a hundred yards of ourtent; in a moment all was still again, andthen the yell broke out with increasedvigor, till it dinned in our ears, and madethe very air shake and vibrate with theclamor. At first we were alarmed, andlooked to the priming of our pistols; but, as. (:;.) SOLDIKKS LAITING VVATKK, (See page 16a.)(U5) WAR-SONO. 147 the souuvls approached no nearer, I coii-ckidetl that it must be part of some Kattirfestival, and determined on ascertaining itsmeaning; so, putting by the pistol, I started,just as I was, without coat, hat, or waistcoat,and made my way through the drippingboughs of the jungle, toward the spot fromwhence the strange sounds proceeded. ? By this time the storm liad quite abated;the heavy clouds were rolling slowly fromover the rising moon; the drops from thelofty trees fell heavily on the dense bushbelow; thousands of insects were chirpingmerrily; and there, louder than all the rest,was the regular rise and fall of some scoreof Kaffirs. I had already penetrated threehundred yaids or more into the bush, whenI discovered a large
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