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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 pombe (a native 

 fermented drink) in the hollowed-out stump of a 



" .MAKING poillbe IN THE HO1.LOWED-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 

 eat it. 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 



