FROM TALI TO TSEKOU 



hung low and hid the peaks. The conditions were unfavourable to 

 photography, and we passed, a draggled train, through the Lissou 

 village of Oua-ma-ti, where the men wore their hair in pigtails and 

 the women in two small horns above the ears. The bad weather 

 lent our troop a 

 strange appearance. 

 Sao's get-up, a motley 

 of European and An- 

 namite equipment, was 

 highly grotesque. On 

 his head was a wide 

 Chinese straw, on his 

 body a shrunken blue 

 jacket made in Tonkin, 

 and on his legs a pair 

 of my old pantaloons. 

 The shoes and gaiters 

 I had given him made 

 him a groom in his 

 lower extremities, 

 while revolver, gun, 

 and bandolier trans- 

 formed him into a 

 soldier above. Add 

 to this the scientific 



air lent by my photographic apparatus on his mule, covered with 

 a yellow mantle, and at a distance it would have been hard to 

 sa)- what he was. 



Stress of weather made us glad of the shelter of a hamlet called 



Lotsolo, in the midst of maize and indigo culture. Here the men 



16:; 



Lissou Woman. 



