A few of the men were busy cleaning, sorting, spinning, and weaving cotton.

This is a common sight in nearly every village, and each family appears to have its patch of cotton, as our own ancestors in Scotland had each his patch of flax.

Near sunset an immense flock of the large species of horn-bill (_Buceros cristatus_) came here to roost on the great trees which skirt the edge of the cliff.

They leave early in the morning, often before sunrise, for their feeding-places, coming and going in pairs.

They are evidently of a loving disposition, and strongly attached to each other, the male always nestling close beside his mate.