The following day our march was through a similar series of villages, twelve in number, with a common, well-trodden track running from one to another. In this distance sections of the primeval forest separated each village; along the track were pitfalls for some kind of large forest game, or bow-traps fixed for small animals, such as rabbits, squirrels, rats, small monkeys. In the neighbourhood of each village the skewers were plentiful in the ground, but as yet no hurt had been received from them. Another serious inconvenience of forest travel was experienced on this day. Every fifty yards or so a great tree, its diameter breast high, lay prostrate across the path over which the donkeys had to be assisted with a frequency that was becoming decidedly annoying. Between twenty and fifty of these had to be climbed over by hundreds of men, not all of whom were equally expert at this novel travelling, and these obstructions by the delays thus occasioned began to be complained of as very serious impediments. The main approaches to the many villages were studded with these poisoned skewers, which made every one except the booted whites tread most gingerly. Nor could the Europeans be altogether indifferent, for, slightly leaning, the skewer was quite capable of piercing the thickest boot-leather and burying the splinters of its head deep in the foot--an agony of so dreadful a nature that was worth the trouble of guarding against. At 3 P.M. we camped near some pools overhung by water lilies far removed from a village, having had three wounded during the traverse through the settlements. This morning, about three hours before dawn, the camp was wakened by howls, and loud and continued horn-blowing. These were shortly after hushed, and the voices of two men were heard so clear, and distinct that many like myself attempted to pierce the intense darkness in the vain effort to see these midnight orators. The first Speaker said, "Hey, strangers, where are you going?" The Parasite echoed, "Where are you going?" _Speaker._ This country has no welcome for you. _Parasite._ No welcome for you. _Speaker._ All men will be against you. _Parasite._ Against you. _Speaker._ And you will be surely slain. _Parasite._ Surely slain. _Speaker._ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah. _Parasite._ Ah-ah-aaah. _Speaker._ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh. _Parasite._ Ooh-ooh-ooooooh. This parasite was such a palpable parasite, with such a sense of humour--that it raised such a chorus of laughter so sudden, startling, and abrupt, that scared speaker and parasite away in precipitate haste.