The three bodies were then placed on litters made out of spears and grass, and in due time carried into our own camp.
There were so many unmistakable signs to presage what was coming that I _knew_ a cannibal feast was about to take place.

But for obvious reasons I did not protest against it, nor did I take any notice whatever.

The women (who do all the real work) fell on their knees, and with their fingers scraped three long trenches in the sand, each about seven feet long and three deep.

Into each of these ovens was placed one of the bodies of the fallen warriors, and then the trench was filled up--firstly with stones, and then with sand.

On top of all a huge fire was built, and maintained with great fierceness for about two hours.