We selected a spot for our camp, our men cooked the dinner as usual, and we were quietly eating it, when scores of armed men, streaming with perspiration, came pouring into the village.

They looked at us, then at each other, and turning to the chief upbraided him for so needlessly sending for them.

"These people are peaceable; they do not hurt you; you are killed with beer:" so saying, they returned to their homes.
Native beer has a pinkish colour, and the consistency of gruel.

The grain is made to vegetate, dried in the sun, pounded into meal, and gently boiled.

When only a day or two old, the beer is sweet, with a slight degree of acidity, which renders it a most grateful beverage in a hot climate, or when fever begets a sore craving for acid drinks.