CHWAKA, DUNGA AND THE WAHADIMU 



bare feet, and sell them. We had rather a shock 

 on finding " big game " in the nice wide sofas on 

 the verandahs. I anxiously Keating-ed our beds, 

 they are one of the disadvantages of hot climates. 

 Lizards, rats, bats, ants and beetles all shared 

 our bungalow with us ; we caught some of the rats 

 with very smelly fish. Where plague may come, one 

 has a horror of rats. 



I hardly ever wore any shoes or stockings, and 

 we took long walks along the shore hunting for 

 pretty shells, and cowries, and even oysters, which 

 we did not fancy after they were opened. Baruku 

 went out each morning and bought the fish fresh 

 from the dug-outs, in which the men go out to 

 catch them. My husband went out with a decayed 

 looking native in his dug-out, to try for fish, but 

 they are not very fond of giving the "bwana" 

 sport, although they pretend to do so — it spoils 

 trade. 



Mark in furious excitement enjoyed his holiday 

 as much as we did, paddling and digging for crabs 

 which he never got, and rushing at the terrified 

 natives, making them scream and drop things off 

 their heads, when he would suddenly stop a couple 

 of yards off them and stare as if to ask why they 

 made all that fuss. One Toto (small child) fell 

 down in his anxiety to get away from Mark, who 

 by-the-bye never touched them. He was in the sea 

 and his cloth came off, but he got up and ran away 



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