A thunderstorm was working up, and soon the
rain would be down on us--let us be off for the village. They had a long
confab with those in the village on the ridge, which, when ended, seemed
favourable; and so up the steep side of the ridge we went. When halfway
up they halted, and wanted us to camp under the shelter of a great rock.
Seeing some young men with bundles rounding the rock, I joined myself to
them, and away we went, followed by the others to the village. Under the
first house in the village sat a man, with a large pig standing by him,
which he was clapping and scratching, as if to keep it quiet; and as we
went along we saw great pigs under the houses. Certainly they were
savage-looking pigs. We were given an open house, and the rain was
coming on. I was ascending, when it became necessary to spring from a
pig that was after me. Is this Goldie's big beast the natives told him
of? This is a fine country. We passed through large plantations of
yams, taro, sugar-cane, and bananas. During the evening we had crowds of
men and lads--no women or children--to see us.
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