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UNDER THE AFRICAN SUN 



fortunately blew the overpowering aroma away from me, or 

 I should have had to insist on its being consigned back 

 to the deep. It proved to me that neither Lur nor Wanyoro 

 are particular, when it comes to feeding on picked-up dead 

 fish. 



The Wanyoro have pleasant-sounding boat-songs ; the tune 



WANYORO CANOEMEN OF LAKE ALBERT WEARING REED EYE-SHADES. 



remains the same, though the words are generally impromptu, 

 with the exception of the chorus. A favourite chorus was — 



" Nakluvere voia, voia, 

 Nakluvere, voia, voia ! " 



whatever that may mean. In one solo there were constant 

 allusions to various articles of food ; the song was evidently 

 depicting a Sybarite native feast, and must have made the 

 mouths of the men water, knowing that a big dead fish was 

 lying safely in the dug-out ready to be cooked and eaten. 



