I noted that these all resembled Komba and his companions in build and features; they were so like each other that, except for the difference of their ages, it was difficult to tell them apart.

They might all have been members of one family; indeed, this was practically the case, owing to constant intermarriage carried on for generations.
There was something in the appearance of these tall, cold, sharp-featured, white-robed men that chilled my blood, something unnatural and almost inhuman.

Here was nothing of the usual African jollity.

No one shouted, no one laughed or chattered.

No one crowded on us, trying to handle our persons or clothes.