Just as we were going away, a handsome tree, allied to Erythrina, was in blossom, showing its masses of large crimson flowers scattered here and there about the forest.
Could it have been seen from an elevation, it would have had a fine effect; from below I could only catch sight of masses of gorgeous colour in clusters and festoons overhead, about which flocks of blue and orange lories were fluttering and screaming.
A good many people died at Dobbo this season; I believe about twenty.
They were buried in a little grove of Casuarinas behind my house.

Among the traders was a.

Mahometan priest, who superintended the funerals, which were very simple.

The body was wrapped up in new white cotton cloth, and was carried on a bier to the grave.

All the spectators sat down on the ground, and the priest chanted some verses from the Koran.
The graves were fenced round with a slight bamboo railing, and a little carved wooden head-post was put to mark the spot.