But this is not all I have to say about Kolory.
His martial grace very often carried about with him what seemed to me the half of a broken war-club.

It was swathed round with ragged bits of white tappa, and the upper part, which was intended to represent a human head, was embellished with a strip of scarlet cloth of European manufacture.

It required little observation to discover that this strange object was revered as a god.

By the side of the big and lusty images standing sentinel over the altars of the Hoolah Hoolah ground, it seemed a mere pigmy in tatters.

But appearances all the world over are deceptive.