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couple of hours’ steady scramble up a steep and 
slippery goat-path, we arrived at M’gogo’s capital, 
where I was at once introduced to his wives, who 
were busily engaged in making fomde (a native 
fermented drink) in the hollowed-out stump of a 
*“MAKING fomhe IN THE HOLLOWED-OUT STUMP OF A TREE.” 
tree. I presented one of them with an orange for 
her child, but she did not understand what it was, 
for on tasting it she made a wry face and would not 
eatit. Still she did not throw it away, but carefully 
put it into a bag with her other treasures—doubtless 
for future investigation. As soon as the women 
saw Bhawal, however, he became the centre of 
attraction, and I was eclipsed. He happened to 
