The moment the fires were lit the animals would rush wildly into the smoke, from which nothing would drive them; and in the clouds of imaginary protection they would remain all day, refusing food.

On the 16th of July my last horse, Mouse, died.
He had a very long tail, for which I obtained A COW IN EXCHANGE.
Nothing was prized so highly as horses' tails, the hairs being used for stringing beads and also for making tufts as ornaments, to be suspended from the elbows.

It was highly fashionable in Obbo for the men to wear such tufts formed of the bushy ends of cows' tails.

It was also "the thing" to wear six or eight polished rings of iron, fastened so tightly round the throat as almost to choke the wearer, and somewhat resembling dog-collars.
For months we dragged on a miserable existence at Obbo, wrecked by fever.

The quinine was exhausted; thus the disease worried me almost to death, returning at intervals of a few days.