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arms, and showed us the round tunnels or runways that Baboo, the wild boar, makes in the jungle-grass; and they broke off the leaves of the fleshy elephant-ear plant, to show how they drink the sap. We learned nothing, however, about their religion, except that they believe implicitly in signs and omens. They would not permit Stephen to pick a certain flowering grass, lest all their tribe fall sick. One day we passed a tiny hut of stones, not more than a foot square, and in it were offerings of wild fruit and scarlet berries. They hide their graves, and seem to believe that there are spirits in the trees and rocks. Dacho and Oomush had joined our group of intimates in the last day or two, and when we parted at Hosha, we went through their ceremony of friendship, drinking out of the same cup with them at the same time, a a skill-demanding performance that is gone through with cheek to cheek.
On the day after we left Tumpo, we turned up a branch valley to the south, leaving our up-trail, and returned to the railroad by a four daysa climb over Ari-san. Mt. Ari is a trifle over 8000 feet high, and the two daysa climb to its summit, up the Hosha Valley, was as rough work as we had on the Mt. Morrison trip; but the two days