220 WILD LIFE UNDER THE EQUATOR. 
This is the way to smoke meat here: we boil the meat 
for a short time, and then put it over the fire on the 
oralas, and leave it there until it is perfectly smoked. 
What a splendid flavor, and how nice the meat would 
have been if we could only have some plantains to eat 
with it! When is Gambo coming? How near is he 
on the road? Have the elephants or gorillas destroyed 
the plantation of plantain-trees where they have gone? 
Such were the questions we asked ourselves. People 
can not live on fish and meat alone. That evening we 
- fed on boar’s meat, thankful for having been so success- 
ful. : 
The next morning the voice, or rather the peculiar 
whistle agreed upon outside, told us that Gambo had 
come. I was the first to peep my head above the fence, 
when I saw friend Gambo and Njali and Nola loaded 
with plantain and cassada, and we gave them a grand 
hurrah of welcome. | 
I wish you could have seen the face of Gambo as he 
looked at the wild-boar meat which was being smoked ; 
he was tremendously_hungry, he said, as soon as he saw 
the meat. So we prepared food ourselves for them, as 
we wanted them to rest, they looked so tired. They ate 
such quantities of wild boar! I was glad they had 
brought some Cayenne pepper with them and some lem- 
ons. I had some salt, but no one could take any without 
my permission. ap 
We remained in the camp all day, lying down on our 
beds of leaves and taking naps from time to time, my 
men meanwhile smoking their pipes and telling stories. 
Gambo swore that he saw a ghost, a real evil spirit, and _ 
they all believed it except myself. We had a grand 
