In Search of an Unknown Race — page 85: what you’re looking at

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VAN, 75 tioned, with the tiniest hands and feet imaginable, and a profusion of straight silky black hair fowing uncon- fined over the back of her simple attire, which consisted of a sort of waist and short skirt of native cloth. The small female's first and essentially feminine act was to box the monkey's ears, thereby awaking him to a sense of neglected duties. And then, as her bright eyes met Van’s a pleasant smile crossed her infantile features, saying as plainly as words could speak : ‘‘Ah, youre better—that’s well!” In another moment she had disappeared through the door frame (door there was none), returning almost instantly, holding a small jar of porous clay in her tiny hands, | Standing on tiptoe beside the hammock, she held the jar to Van’s lips, signing him to drink the contents. It was palm wine in which had been stirred bruised leaves of some herb. Though slightly bitter, the draught was delightfully cool and refreshing and Van swallowed it to the last drop. ‘‘Why, I feel better already,” he exclaimed, forgetting that he was speaking in an unknown tongue. But his voice, smile, and accompanying action of sitting upright in the hammock, made his meaning plain to the quick- witted little woman. She smiled approvingly, and in a clear, birdlike voice called out something intended for some one outside of the dwelling. Immediately one of the small masculines entered, who, as Van judged from something in his simple attire a trifle superior to that of his fellows, might bea sort of head man among them. GEomicbooks.c