FROM TALI TO TSEKOU
hung low and hid the peaks. The conditions were unfavourable to photography, and we passed, a draggled train, through the Lissou village of Oua-ma-ti, where the men wore their hair in pigtails and the women in two small horns above the ears. The bad weather lent our troop a strange appearance.
Saoas get-up, a motley of European and Annamite equipment, was highly grotesque. On his head was a wide Chinese straw, on his body a shrunken blue jacket made in Tonkin, and on his legs a pair of my old pantaloons.
The shoes and gaiters I had given him made him a groom in his lower extremities, while revolver, gun, and bandolier transformed him into a soldier above. Add
to this the scientific
air lent by my photographic apparatus on his mule, covered with a yellow mantle, and at a distance it would have been hard to say what he was.
Stress of weather made us glad of the shelter of a hamlet called
Lotsolo, in the midst of maize and indigo culture. Here the men