. Round the black man's garden . to get into a canoe, still more so whenit is a dug-out kept in continual motion by thesea. Having at last seized the right moment andsafely jumped in, we found ourselves ankle-deepin water, with nothing to sit on but our wet owner set the sail, if it could be called a sail,being only about three feet square, and made outof dirty rags put together anyhow ; nevertheless, ittilted our canoe to a most unpleasant angle. Assoon as her old cracked bottom touched the beachwe were encircled by a troop of natives, all mostanxious to carry us ashore, which they
. Round the black man's garden . to get into a canoe, still more so whenit is a dug-out kept in continual motion by thesea. Having at last seized the right moment andsafely jumped in, we found ourselves ankle-deepin water, with nothing to sit on but our wet owner set the sail, if it could be called a sail,being only about three feet square, and made outof dirty rags put together anyhow ; nevertheless, ittilted our canoe to a most unpleasant angle. Assoon as her old cracked bottom touched the beachwe were encircled by a troop of natives, all mostanxious to carry us ashore, which they finallydid. We had never met a more cheery lot of natives,amusing themselves like children with a baby por-cupine, which they abandoned to escort us throughthe village. I noticed it was the women whocarried the water from the wells and did all theheavy work. We photographed a group round awell, a jDroceeding they did not at all appreciate,for most of them ran away; while some of theyounger ones left their great round earthenware. fMl -trl^l
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