the men — who were discontented and hungry — started foraging. We rushed a fortified village named Chile, the most tastefully built and beautifully planted town I have seen in Central Africa.

The houses were built on platforms raised about two feet from the ground, and were made of wood, thatched with the ordinary grass. On the inside, the walls were plastered with white clay, grotesquely ornamented in yellow, black, and red. Nearly all of these houses were furnished with regular-made fireplaces and seats. Windows or openings of any form in the sides of his hut are things the African native never dreams of arranging. A small hole in the roof is occasionally left for the smoke to escape by, though even this is by no means a general practice, and, more often than not, a small low doorway is the only means of