the opening, into which the unwary among the barefooted porters puts his foot, and becomes useless or dies on the road. A fallen tree across the way also serves the enemy: he places a spear in the grass or brushwood overhanging the track on the other side, in such a position that the first man who steps over or jumps across the tree is impaled.

When a man dies on the caravan road he is not buried, and the path takes a little turn aside two or three yards from the body, and returns to its course at the same distance on the other side of it. The loop thus formed remains for ever — once having left the straight course, the path never returns to it again. A small thorny bush, a fallen tree, or a stone may be sufficient to turn it, and if a precipice or a ford forces it into a detour of yards or miles, it invariably