My entrance occasioned a perfect revolt.

Old and young rose from work, the elder portion lifting up the younger members of the community in their arms and pointing at me with their fingers.

The whole mass then pressed close upon me and raised so horrible a cry that I began to be alarmed.

The proprietor and his overseer had a difficult task to keep off the crowd, and begged me to content myself with a hasty glance at the different objects, and then to quit the building as soon as possible.
In consequence of this I could only manage to observe that the leaves of the plant are thrown for a few seconds into boiling water, and then placed in flat iron pans, fixed slantingly in stone-work, where they are slightly roasted by a gentle heat, during which process they are continually stirred by hand.

As soon as they begin to curl a little, they are thrown upon large planks, and each single leaf is rolled together.