SMOKING IN AFRICA. 169 
hands and feet, large rolling eyes—the latter made to appear 
artificially large by the application of henna or antimony 
black; her attitudes are not ungraceful, but there is a want 
of character about her, and an utter abandonment to the 
situation, peculiar to all her race. In short, her movements 
are more suggestive of a little caged animal that had better 
be petted and caressed, or kept at a safe distance, according 
to her humor. She does one thing—she smokes incessantly, 
and makes cigarettes with a skill and rapidity which are 
wonderful. Her age is thirteen, and she has been married 
six months; her ideas appear to be limited to three or four, 
and her pleasures, poor creature, are equally circumscribed. 
She had scarcely ever left her father’s house, and had never 
spoken toa man until her marriage. There seems to be in 
the Moorish nature a wonderful sense of harmony and con- 
trasts of color. Two Orientals will hardly walk down a 
street side by side unless the colors of their costumes har- 
monize. You find a negress selling oranges or citrons; an 
Arab boy with red fez and white turban, carrying purple 
fruit in a basket of leaves~—always the right juxtaposition of 
colors. The sky furnishes them asuperb background of deep 
blue, and the repose of these solemn Orientals, who sit here 
like bronze statues, save that they smoke incessantly, inspires 
you with a curious respect. They are men who believe in 
fate—what need that they should make haste?” 
In Africa the pipes are made of clay and horn, and are 
mostly rude affairs, but well suited to their ideas of imple- 
ments used for holding tobacco. King gives the following 
description of smoking among them :— 
“A party of headmen and older warriors, seated cross- 
legged in their tents, ceremoniously smoked the daghapipe, 
a kind of hookah, made of bullock’s horn, its downward 
point filled with water, and a reed stem let into the side, 
surmounted by a rough bowl of stone, which is filled with 
the dagha, a species of hemp, very nearly, if not the same, as 
the Indian bang. Each individual receives it in turn, opens 
his jaws to their full extent, and placing his lips to the wide 
mouth of the horn, takes a few pulls and passes it on. 
Retaining the last draught of smoke in his mouth, which he 
fills with a decoction of bark and water from a calabash, he 
squirts it on the ground by his side through a long ornamented 
tube in his left hand, performing thereon, by the aid of a 
reserved portion of the liquid, a sort of boatswain’s whistle, 
