Marandella’s 
arrangements, and two days later we struck off 
into the mountains fifteen or twenty miles from 
his house. This house, by the way, was interest- 
ing because the owner had, aided by some native 
women, made and burnt all the bricks of which 
it was built. He was about to finish off the 
thatching of the roof when I was with him, 
accomplishing this by sewing on the grass with 
raw hide strings to the rafters. 
The day after leaving this man’s place I saw 
for the first time my boys smoking the native 
hemp. They made in some way a sort of hubble- 
bubble pipe in the earth, each in turn sucking 
a long breath of the smoke. The coughing that 
then ensued was evidently painful, their eyes 
streamed with tears, but they seemed to enjoy 
the experience, which was the main thing, I 
suppose. 
The hills in the district we now were in were 
evidently the happy hunting-grounds of natives, 
for their traps were everywhere in evidence. 
Some of them were pitfalls, but without any 
stake at the bottom. These were shaped like a 
“'V,”’ six or more feet long, the sides on the top 
three feet wide tapering to nothing at the depth 
of perhaps five feet. A buck getting into such 
a place would, of course, become wedged in the 
Sloping sides. There were, too, a great many 
artificially made brush fences, with openings in 
them at intervals, evidently intended to catch 
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