I sometimes admired the one class, and at times wished I could have taken the world easy for a time like the other.

Every village swarms with children, who turn out to see the white man pass, and run along with strange cries and antics; some run up trees to get a good view: all are agile climbers throughout Londa.

At friendly villages they have scampered alongside our party for miles at a time.

We usually made a little hedge around our sheds; crowds of women came to the entrance of it, with children on their backs, and long pipes in their mouths, gazing at us for hours.

The men, rather than disturb them, crawled through a hole in the hedge, and it was common to hear a man in running off say to them, "I am going to tell my mamma to come and see the white man's oxen." In continuing our W.N.W.course, we met many parties of native traders, each carrying some pieces of cloth and salt, with a few beads to barter for bees'-wax.