WANDERINGS IN 



with sharp stones. They have no cows, horses, mules, 

 goats, sheep, or asses. The men hmit and fish, and the 

 women work in the provision ground, and cook their 

 victuals. 



In each hamlet there is the trunk of a large tree, 

 hollowed out like a trough. In this, from their Cassava, 

 they make an abominable ill-tasted and sour kind of 

 fermented liquor, called Piwarri. They are very fond of 

 it, and never fail to get drunk after every brewing. The 

 frequency of the brewing depends upon the superabundance 

 of Cassava. 



Both men and women go without clothes. The men 

 have a cotton wrapper, and the women a bead-ornamented 

 square piece of cotton, about 'the size of your hand, for 

 the fig leaf. Those far away in the interior, use the bark 

 of a tree for this purpose. They are a very clean people, 

 and wash in the river or creek, at least, twice every day. 

 They paint themselves with the Roucou, sweetly per- 

 fumed with Hayawa or Accaiari, Their hair is black and 

 lank, and never curled. The women braid it up fancifully, 

 something in the shape of Diana's head dress in ancient 

 pictures. They have very few diseases. Old age and 

 pulmonary complaints seem to be the chief agents for re- 

 moving them to another world. The pulmonary complaints 

 are generally brought on by a severe cold, which they do 

 not know how to arrest in its progress, by the use of the 

 lancet. I never saw an idiot amongst them, nor could I 



