A pleasant-looking lady, with her face profusely tattooed, came forward with a bunch of sweet reed, or _Sorghum saceliaratum_, and laid it at my feet, saying, "I met you here before," pointing to the spot on the river where we turned.

I remember her coming then, and that I asked the boat to wait while she went to bring us a basket of food, and I think it was given to Chiko, and no return made.

It is sheer kindliness that prompts them sometimes, though occasionally people do make presents with a view of getting a larger one in return: it is pleasant to find that it is not always so.

She had a quiet, dignified manner, both in talking and walking, and I now gave her a small looking-glass, and she went and brought me her only fowl and a basket of cucumber-seeds, from which oil is made; from the amount of oily matter they contain thov are nutritious when roasted and eaten as nuts.

She made an apology, saying they were hungry times at present.