His costume was of the ordinary witch-doctor type being set off with snake skins, fish bladders, baboon's teeth and little bags of medicine.

To add to his charms a broad strip of pigment, red ochre probably, ran down his forehead and the nose beneath, across the lips and chin, ending in a red mark the size of a penny where the throat joins the chest.

His woolly hair also, in which was twisted a small ring of black gum, was soaked with grease and powdered blue.

It was arranged in a kind of horn, coming to a sharp point about five inches above the top of the skull.
Altogether he looked extremely like the devil.

What was more, he was a devil in a bad temper, for the first words he said embodied a reproach to us for not having asked him to partake of our "holy drink" with Babemba.
We offered to make him some more, but he refused, saying that we should poison him.
Then Babemba set the matter out, rather nervously I thought, for evidently he was afraid of this old wizard, who listened in complete silence.