Sir JAMES FRAZER'S luminous _resume_ of the investigations of the MACKIE Expedition amongst the Banyoros has only one defect. He omits all reference to the subsequent and even more fruitful visit of the Expedition to the adjoining Noxas tribe, whose manners and customs are of extraordinary interest. This remarkable race are noted not merely for their addiction to the dance, but for the kaleidoscopic rapidity with which the dances themselves are changed from season to season. Only a few years ago the entire tribe were under the spell of the Ognat, which in turn gave place to the Tortskof and the Zaj, the last named being an exercise in which violent contortions of the body were combined with the profoundest melancholy of facial expression. Curiously enough the musicians who are employed at these dances are not of indigenous stock, but of a negroid type and are imported from a distance at high salaries. The literary gifts of this singular tribe are on a par with their saltatory talent, but are at present mainly occupied in the keeping of personal records, led therein by a chieftainess named Togram, in which the conversations, peculiarities, complexions and dresses of their friends are set down and described with ferocious _bonhomie_. The tablets containing these records are then posted up in conspicuous places of resort, with the most stimulating and entertaining results. It is noteworthy that the ruler of the country is not chosen from the dancing or Bunihugoro section of the community, but from the powerful Renim clan, who devote themselves intermittently to the task of providing the country with fuel. The chieftain wields great power and is regarded with reverence by his followers, but is in turn expected to devote himself entirely to their interests, and if he fails to satisfy is promptly replaced by a more energetic leader. As the great bulk of the community yield allegiance to an hereditary sovereign of strictly defined powers this interesting country offers the agreeable spectacle of a state in which the dulness of constitutional government is happily tempered by the delights of industrial dictatorship. * * * * * TO CERTAIN CAUTIOUS PROPHETS. (_Suggested by the almost invariable form of the last sentence in the Weather Report._) Ye watchers of the wind and rain, Forgive me for becoming nettled By your monotonous refrain: "The further outlook is unsettled." When, on a bright and sunlit morn, I rise refreshed and finely fettled Your cue is not to cheer but warn: "The further outlook is unsettled." They are too rare, these halcyon days, When earth's a paradise rose-petalled, For you to chill us with a phrase: "The further outlook is unsettled." Too often have I shirked the goal At which (as Scotsmen say) I ettled, Discouraged by your words of dole: "The further outlook is unsettled."