GOOD-BYE TO .DINAWA. 
Once more we settled down to the routine life of 
the camp, but it became plainer every day that, as 
there was no sign of the drought breaking up, there 
was very little hope of satisfactory work until another 
year. The skies were still brazen, and vegetation was 
failing more and more. The sweet potato crop had 
utterly failed. Those in store had long been con- 
sumed, and the natives were absolutely starving round 
us. It was no use for them to plant another crop of 
sweet potatoes until the rain should come, and they 
were wandering sadly all over the forest seeking what 
sustenance they could. Their strength was failing, 
and their privations were beginning to tell in terrible 
emaciation. It was pitiful to see the starving creatures 
come into camp, most of them mere skin and bone. 
Their children, of course, felt the pinch hardest, and 
there were many deaths. ‘To see their condition one 
could hardly believe that they would ever recover, but 
they bore it all with a wonderful stoicism. Occa- 
sionally they would try to catch a pig in their corrals. 
The Dinawa people would also come to me for 
medicine, and would constitute me their physician 
for small complaints, such as headache, but I had 
to be very careful in this respect, for I found out 
that often they wanted medicine when nothing was 
the matter. This recalls to me an amusing incident 
of this period connected with my minor Asculapian 
dealings. One morning Doboi, Martu, and Ow-bow 
came in, saying that Doboi’s mother was ill. On 
being questioned as to her symptoms, they told 
me that she was aching all over her body, and her 
head was particularly painful. Beyond these details 
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