GOOD-BYE TO DINAWA 
setting down, and I note in my diary that one day one ~ 
of my native carriers, who was going off to the river, 
demanded a gun. When I explained to him that he 
could not have one, he remarked with great non- 
chalance, ‘“‘ Maw-mo-na yow valeo dorka”—‘“ Enough, 
I understand very well,” and he went off contentedly 
without firearms. 
I must not conclude my account of Dinawa with- 
out mentioning what was perhaps the greatest of its 
natural attractions—the almost overpowering magnifi- 
cence of its sunsets. From the ridge I have watched 
every variety of colour, ranging from amber, gold, and 
orange, through purple and violet, to delicate shades 
of mauve, green, and pink—in fact, every hue of the 
prismatic spectrum was flung in magnificent profusion 
across the sky from horizon to zenith. On certain 
nights the whole landscape would be bathed in a 
glow of reflected crimson. It seemed as if the world 
were on fire. Jiven the vegetation was dyed a vivid 
red, and as the rim of the sun gradually disappeared, 
the tints melted to paler shades before they vanished. 
A brief period of starless twilight succeeded, and 
then the firmament was gemmed with a million spark- 
ling points, and the tropic night reigned serene in 
its marvel and mystery. Many and many a time I 
have sat in rapt enjoyment of that gorgeous spectacle, 
watching the constellations wheel westward until the 
dawn overtook and hid them. 
The day for our departure now began to draw 
very near. All the specimens were safely packed, 
but the question of transport pressed more and more 
heavily. From the Dinawa people, as I have noted, 
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