KAFIR MANGLE. 65 



how rapidly it rose over the brow of the hill. 

 Suddenly I thought it must be an eclipse, so, leav- 

 ing the moths to the bats, I watched the beautiful 

 sight until the shadow passed, and the full-moon 

 shone out brightly again in all its loveliness. 



Of course, there are many other things besides 

 those I have mentioned which have to be done 

 in the course of the day, and for which time has 

 to be made somehow mending dresses and nets, 

 which are constantly getting torn by the many 

 thorny plants and creepers in the bush, and 

 many little household matters a lady is forced 

 to see to herself. 



In the busy season I must confess I often put 

 on linen, and even dresses, rough dried; but when 

 I have leisure I sprinkle and fold the clothes and 

 pack them up neatly in canvas, then I call the 

 boys to dance and stamp on the bundle, and 

 after about half-an-hour's stamping the clothes 

 look as if they had been nicely mangled. I call 

 this my "Kafir mangle." 



In the cool season I make all the boxes in 

 which to pack the insects for shipment ; some I 



