STAY AT SAV 303 medicines, patterns, objects for exchange, and strangest of all — toads !

Father Hacquart's hut was very soberly decorated. Sacred images were nailed to the central stake, and in the little wall — I very nearly said in a corner — was a cornet-a-piston, which was later the joy of the chief of Hussa, but of which I own with the deepest regret we never heard a single note.

With Uluzct the keynote of the decorations was art. He had draperies of velvet, a little faded and frayed perhaps, at nine-pence or so a yard, with others of native manufacture. Dr. Taburet's speciality was medicine-bottles, with a horrible smell of iodoform, or, to be more accurate, of all the disinfectants known to science, and carefully protected in a tin case set on a what-not, a souvenir he never parted with, and often gazed upon, the portrait of the lady he was to marry on his return home.