CHAP. VIII.] 
ARRIVE AT OBBO. 
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After a march of about twelve miles from the top 
of the pass, we arrived at the chief village of Obbo. 
The rain fell in torrents, and, soaked to the skin, we 
crawled into a dirty hut. This village was forty 
miles S.W. of Tarrangolle, my head-quarters in 
Latooka. 
The natives of Obbo are entirely different to the 
Latookas, both in language and appearance. They 
are not quite naked, except when going to war, on 
which occasion they are painted in stripes of red and 
yellow; but their usual covering is the skin of an 
antelope or goat, slung like a mantle across the 
shoulders. Their faces are well formed, with peculiarly 
fine-shaped noses. The head-dress of the Obbo is 
remarkably neat, the woolly hair being matted and 
worked with thread into a flat form like a beaver’s 
tail, and bound with a fine edge of raw hide to keep 
it in shape. This, like the head-dress of Latooka, 
requires many years to complete. 
From Obbo to the S.E. all is mountainous, the 
highest points of the chain rising to an elevation of 
four or five thousand feet above the general level of 
the country ; to the south, although there are no 
actual mountains, but merely a few isolated hills, the 
country distinctly rises. The entire drainage is to the 
west and north-west, in which direction there is a 
