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down the other side to Kagi and the railroad were on a real path, two feet wide, at least.
The new tribe of savages that we took for porters at Hosha (sounds like a large town, but it was only ten grass and bamboo huts with a few banana-palms) were of a slightly different type. They wore long feathers sewed to their deerskin caps, wore more jewelry, stuck flowers through their pierced ears, when they did na t have the pearl half-moons, and talked a language which seemed to have no points in common with the language of our old Namakama friends. Their village had a large open council-shed on stilts, that you reached by climbing up a notched stick. In the centre was a stone platform for fire, and around this the boys and unmarried braves sleep. No woman is allowed to enter the shed, and no article of womana s manufacture is used there, for fear of making the young warriors effeminate. They knock out their teeth in the same way and have the same general type of features, but are on the whole a handsomer lot of men. One of the youths had a profile like a cameo or a Greek coin, and when he lay about camp after the daya s work, in graceful long-limbed poses, with a wreath of white flowers and golden ferns, he looked for all the world like