Kolimbota, who knows their customs best, urged me to go; but, independent of sickness, I hated words of the night and deeds of darkness.

"I was neither a hyaena nor a witch." Kolimbota thought that we ought to conform to their wishes in every thing: I thought we ought to have some choice in the matter as well, which put him into high dudgeon.

However, at ten next morning we went, and were led into the courts of Shinte, the walls of which were woven rods, all very neat and high.

Many trees stood within the inclosure and afforded a grateful shade.

These had been planted, for we saw some recently put in, with grass wound round the trunk to protect them from the sun.