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and followed us very closely. There were four or five 
skulls (freshly gotten) hanging up on the walls, which 
they pointed to and laughed and showed us how they 
had procured them. Next to the skulls were two 
enormous headhunting canoes, with poisoned arrows, 
ete., in them. The women were terrified when we came 
in and jumped into the water as fast as they could, 
screaming. We bargained with the men for some time 
and ended in getting some very good things: spears, 
arrows, carved bow heads, ete. They were wild about 
my beads and flocked around me and begged me to 
give them some. The men were stark naked, their 
bodies hideously scarred with burns, supposed to be 
very beautiful, and tattooed. Their hair was the 
thickest and curliest you ever saw; it stood out from 
their heads at least eight inches or more. Their ears 
almost touched their shoulders, owing of course to the 
fact that the ears had been bored and pulled down as 
far as possible. In each nostril was a big white tusk 
or else a white stone, giving a straight across effect. 
The women wore just a suggestion of clothing about 
their waists, but the rest of their bodies was a mass 
of burns and tattooes. The poor things are treated 
dreadfully by the men. In one of the villages Djamna 
there was a queer temple, Karawali by name, and used 
apparently as a kind of a club, where women are not 
allowed to go, instant death being the penalty if they 
are seen in it or coming out of it. But with smiles and 
beads I managed to make my way in and out again 
quite safely. Iam the first and last woman that ever 
entered and came out alive. There was nothing 
especial inside, a few bamboo flutes six feet long or 
so, and that was all; no air and pitch black and the 
