Here, placed upon the ground, were a number of boxes made of imperishable ironwood, and on the top of each box sat, or rather lay, a mouldering and broken skull.
"Kalubi-that-were!" murmured our guide in explanation.

"Look, Komba has made my box ready," and he pointed to a new case with the lid off.
"How thoughtful of him!" I said.

"But show us the spears before it gets quite dark." He went to one of the newer coffins and intimated that we should lift off the lid as he was afraid to do so.
I shoved it aside.

There within lay the bones, each of them separate and wrapped up in something, except of course the skull.

With these were some pots filled apparently with gold dust, and alongside of the pots two good spears that, being made of copper, had not rusted much.