I bought two finely shaped earthen bottles of porous earthenware, to hold a gallon each, for one string of beads, the women carry huge loads of them in their funnels above the baskets, strapped to the shoulders and forehead, and their hands are full besides; the roundness of the vessels is wonderful, seeing no machine is used: no slaves could be induced to carry half as much as they do willingly.

It is a scene of the finest natural acting imaginable.

The eagerness with which all sorts of assertions are made--the eager earnestness with which apparently all creation, above, around, and beneath, is called on to attest the truth of what they allege--and then the intense surprise and withering scorn cast on those who despise their goods: but they show no concern when the buyers turn up their noses at them.

Little girls run about selling cups of water for a few small fishes to the half-exhausted wordy combatants.

To me it was an amusing scene.