208 COLLECTOR'S RAMBLES 



would be tiresome, and I will only mention a few of 

 the more interesting, as I go on with my narrative. 



Our daily life at Narinuma was simple, and was reg- 

 ulated somewhat in this manner. We got up very 

 early in the morning, cooked and ate our breakfast, 

 and started out with our nets or guns. We returned 

 usually about one or two o'clock, and after a good 

 dinner went to work on our insects or birds, which 

 generally kept us busy till near evening, when we had 

 a ]ight supper of fruit, retiring soon after dark. Sun- 

 day we did our washing, and cooked bread enough for 

 the week. Very early in the morning, the ground 

 about the houses was swept by the women, and was 

 almost as hard and clean as a table. All the refuse 

 went into heaps behind the houses, and some of them, 

 composed mostly of sugar-cane "chankins," were as 

 high as a man's head. 



Many tame pigs, with snouts half as long as their 

 bodies, and covered with long brown bristles, roamed 

 at will about the village ; and a small species of dun- 

 colored dog, which neither barked nor bit, but only 

 howled, was the occupant, with the owner, of nearly 

 every house. They looked half starved ; but I believe 

 the natives when they are in need of food do not hesi- 

 tate to eat them. 



They had one only cat at Narinuma, which Lohier 

 (the chief) had obtained in trade from some of the 

 coast tribes, who probably got the original stock from 



