Arrival at “ the Btisk 43 
“ You want to look him Nago (house) ?” asked 
Hotaloya. 
“ Yes, for sure,” I replied. 
Forteune set out at once, carrying my gun, Selim 
followed me, and the rear was brought up by a 
couple of little prick-eared curs with a dash of the 
pointer, probably from St. Helena: the people 
will pay as much as ten dollars for a good dog. 
They are never used in hunting apes, as they 
start the game; on this occasion they nearly ran 
down a small antelope. 
The path led through a new clearing; a field of 
fern and some patches of grass breaking the forest, 
which, almost clear of thicket and undergrowth, 
was a charming place for deer. The soil, thin sand 
overlying humus, suggested rich crops of ground¬ 
nuts ; its surface was everywhere cut by nullahs, 
now dry, and by brooks, running crystal streams ; 
these, when deep, are crossed by tree-trunks, the 
Brazilian “ pingela.” After twenty minutes or so 
we left the “ picada” (foot-path) and struck into a 
thin bush, till we had walked about a mile. 
“ Look him house, Nchfgo house!” said Hota¬ 
loya, standing under a tall tree. 
I saw to my surprise two heaps of dry sticks, 
which a schoolboy might have taken for birds’ nests; 
the rude beds, boughs, torn off from the tree, not 
gathered, were built in forks, one ten and the other 
twenty feet above ground, and both were canopied 
