He walked across to the dwelling of the fetish man and tore down the curtain of dried grass which hung before the opening.

Even then it was so dark inside that they had to light a torch before they could see the walls, and the stench was horrible.
A little chorus of murmurs escaped the lips of the Europeans as the interior became revealed to them.

Opposite the door was a life-size and hideous effigy of a grinning god, made of wood and painted in many colours.

By its side were other more horrible images and a row of human skulls hung from the roof.

The hand of a white man, blackened with age, was stuck to the wall by a spear-head, the stench and filth of the whole place were pestilential.