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The signal for divine service was given upon 
a species of trumpet, which emitted a weird 
sound, happily unlike any other instrument to 
which we are obliged to listen. This high priest 
was the sole representative of the little temple, 
and he led a solitary life; his chief occupation 
consisted in sweeping his small courtyard and 
brushing up his premises. He had no dwelling, 
neither did he sleep upon a bedstead, nor even 
upon the ground, but he laid himself upon a 
horizontal bar like the pole of a bullock - cart, 
supported upon posts about 3 feet above the 
courtyard floor. A short cross-piece at one end 
was sufficient for his shoulders, and upon this un¬ 
comfortable perch he was able to pass the night 
in rest. 
We became great friends, as I frequently gave 
him presents for his temple. I am fond of clergy¬ 
men generally, as they are never shy in accepting 
donations for their parishes. My interpreter 
described this faky as “a sort of Bishop”; he 
accordingly became known by that name in camp. 
The Bishop would have been known in England 
as “a sporting parson.” Although a devout 
man, he was a sportsman at heart. The tank 
abounded with wild-fowl, and I was accustomed to 
supply sufficient ducks and teal for our entire 
party almost daily. Upon these occasions I was 
invariably attended by the Bishop, who plunged 
into the water like a retriever to secure the birds 
when either killed or wounded. This cleansing 
