et cetera, et cetera; but she was more particularly famous for her booza and wabum. The former is made from a mixture of dourra, honey, chili-pepper, the root of a coarse grass on which the cattle feed, and a proportion of water; these are allowed to ferment in large earthen jars, placed near a slow fire for four or five days, when the booza is drawn off into other jars, and is fit to drink.  It is very fiery and intoxicating, but is drunk freely both by moslem and pagans.  Every night, a large outer hut belonging to the widow, was filled with the topers of Koolfu, who kept it up generally till dawn, with music and drink.  The former consisted of the erhab or Arab guitar, the drum, the Nyffee harp, and the voice.  Their songs were mostly extempore, and alluded to the company present.

On the night of the travellers’ arrival, the new moon was seen, which put an end to the fast of Rhamadan.  It was welcomed both by moslems and kaffirs with a cry of joy, and the next day, the town exhibited a scene of general festivity.  Every one was dressed in his best, paying and receiving visits, giving and receiving presents, parading the streets with horns, guitars, and flutes, whilst groupes of men and women were seen seated under the shade at their doors, or under trees, drinking wabum or booza.

The women were dressed and painted to the height of Nyffee fashion, and the young and the modest on this day would come up and salute the men, as if old acquaintance, and bid them joy on the day; with the wool on their heads dressed, plaited, and dyed with indigo; their eyebrows painted with indigo, the eyelashes with khol, the lips stained yellow, the teeth red, and their feet and hands stained with henna; their finest and gayest clothes on; all their finest beads on their necks; their arms and legs adorned with bracelets of glass, brass, and silver; their fingers with rings of brass, pewter, silver, and copper; some had Spanish dollars soldered on the back of the rings; they too drank of the booza and wabum as freely as the men, joining in their songs, whether good or bad.  In the afternoon parties of men were seen dancing, free men and slaves, all were alike; not a clouded brow was to be seen in Koolfu.  But at nine in the evening, the scene was changed from joy and gladness to terror and dismay:  a tornado had just begun, and the hum of voices, and the din of the people putting their things under cover from the approaching storm, had ceased at once.  All was silent as death, except the thunder and the wind.  The cloudy sky appeared as if on fire, each cloud rolling onwards as a sea of flame, and only surpassed in grandeur and brightness by the forked lightning, which constantly seemed to ascend and descend from what was then evidently the town of Bali on fire, only a short distance outside the walls of Koolfu.  When this was extinguished a new scene began, if possible, worse than the first.  The wind had increased to a hurricane.  Houses