Within the wall were a number of low houses, six feet high, built of mud and wattle; and within the houses, spilling over plentifully, were large numbers of children and babies and a few women.

A gateway of tangled boughs led into the inclosure, while in one part of the village were the curious woven wickerwork granaries in which the community store of kaffir corn is kept.

There were no street signs on the lamp posts, probably because there were no streets and no lamp posts.
In the first village all the men were away, evidently waiting to see whether our visit was a hostile or a peaceful one.
We soon established ourselves on a peace footing and after that the warriors began to appear out of the tall grass in large numbers from all points of the compass.

They all carried spears and shields, neither of which they would sell for love or money.

At least they wouldn't for money.