LOST.--QUERLAOUEN SAYS WE ARE BEWITCHED.--MONKEYS AND PARROTS.--A DESERTED VILLAGE.--STRANGE SCENE BEFORE AN IDOL.--BRINGING IN THE WOUNDED.--AN INVOCATION. We soon after left the left bank of the Ovenga and crossed over to the other side, but not before having carefully stored under shelter the billets of ebony-wood we had taken so much pains to cut, and which I wanted to take home with me. The country where we now were was very wild, and seemed entirely uninhabited. At any rate, we did not know of any people or village for miles round. After wandering for many, many days through the forest, we came suddenly on a path. Immediately Querlaouen, Gambo, Malaouen, and I held a great council, and, in order not to be heard in case some one might pass, we went back half a mile farther from the path in the forest. Then we seated ourselves, and began to speak in a low voice. Querlaouen spoke first, and said that he did not know the country, and could not tell what we had better do, except that every one should have his gun ready, and his powder and bullets handy, his eyes wide open, and his ears ready to catch even the sound of a falling leaf or the footsteps of a gazelle. Gambo said Querlaouen was right. Then Malouen rose and said: "For days we have been in these woods, and we have seen no living being, no path; we have fed on wild honey, on berries, nuts, and fruits, and to-day we have at last come upon a path. We know that the path has been made by some people or other. It is true we know that we are in the Ashankolo Mountains; that the tribe of Bakalai, living there, are a fighting people; but," he said, "he thought it was better to go back and follow the path until we came to the place where the people lived." Querlaouen got up and said: "We have been lost in this forest, and, though we look all round us, there is not a tree we recognize; the little streams we pass we know not. The ant-hills we have seen are not the same as those in our own country. The large stones are not of the shape of the stones we are accustomed to look upon. We must have been bewitched before we left the village." This suggestion of friend Querlaouen was received by a cheer from my two other fellows, I being the only one that did not believe in what he said. "For," continued he, "this has never happened to us before. Yes, somebody wants to bewitch us." While he thus talked, his gentle and amiable face assumed a fierce expression, and the other two said "Yes, somebody wants to bewitch us; but he had better look out, for surely he will die." At last I said, "Let us get back to the path, and follow it; perhaps we will meet some strange adventure."