OUR DWELLING. 
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ing-room, and a large outer room, which is din- 
ing-hall and general store. The men’s apart- 
ments, the kitchen, and the drying-house, are 
all close by. Although the walls are open 
enough to admit plenty of light, we have two 
windows, one at each end, both affording pretty 
outlooks, but so high that I have to mount on 
a bos to see out. While with the post-holder, 
we found that when the door was barred the 
window was filled with eager faces, and we 
thought by thus raising them to secure greater 
privacy ; but we find that every crevice in the 
w f alls of our little room is held by a peering eye 
as we sit writing by lamplight. 
The days spent in waiting were not lost. The 
post-holder is a dreamy sort of man, but his 
wife is a wonderful little woman, full of energy 
and tact. I always stood by her to learn as she 
bartered for the day’s supplies. The natives 
pressed round with fish, fowls, yams, Indian 
corn, bananas, melons ; and though I could not 
imitate her ways, I admired how well she kept 
order in the unruly crowd, with loud good' 
natured scolding, a push, a hearty slap, or a 
kindly pat. 
Our trade goods we find are for the most part 
useless. Our beads they will not look at, they 
