First, however, she went to the back of the house and clapped her hands, whereon an old woman, a mute and a very perfect specimen of an albino native, appeared and stared at us wonderingly.
To her Mrs.Eversley talked upon her fingers, so rapidly that I could scarcely follow her movements.

The woman bowed till her forehead nearly touched the ground, then rose and ran towards the water.
"I have sent her to fetch the paddles from the canoe," said Mrs.
Eversley, "and to put my mark upon it.

Now none will dare to use it to cross the lake." "That is very wise," I replied, "as we don't want news of our whereabouts to get to the Motombo." Next we went to the enclosure, where Mrs.Eversley with a native knife cut a string of palm fibres that was sealed with clay on to the door and one of its uprights in such a fashion that none could enter without breaking the string.

The impression was made with a rude seal that she wore round her neck as a badge of office.

It was a very curious object fashioned of gold and having deeply cut upon its face a rough image of an ape holding a flower in its right paw.