He is the
chief of four villages, some distance from one another, and all a good
size. I visited all four. They have good houses, and all looks clean. I
saw no mangroves whatever, and no appearance of swamp. The villages are
on the beach, and I believe in good healthy positions. We walked from
Bonabona to Sigokoiro, followed by a large number of men, women, and
children, who were much interested in my boots, clothes, and hat. The
chief lives in Gokora, and when on the platform in front of his fine
large house I gave the present, and we exchanged names. By adopting his
name, it meant I was to visit all his very special friends, and give them
also presents. I called an old woman sitting by to come to me. Very
hesitatingly she came, and stretched forth her arm to receive a present.
I asked her to come nearer, which she did, when assured by the chief it
was all right, and I put her present of beads round her neck. Then all
the people shouted, clapped their hands, and danced with delight. After
that, all the old women were produced.
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