BEGINNING OF THE RAINY SEASON. 117 



was certainly not much room for it ; but the movements 

 of the graceful swaying and bending of the body were 

 pleasant to watch, and the little bare feet glided prettily 

 over the uneven mud floor to the tunes from a wiry guitar, 

 manipulated by a man who seemed never wearied, but 

 played on continuously, with his head bent low over the 

 instrument, as if anxious to enjoy to the full his own music. 



