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with big heads and jaws strong enough to draw blood when they bit - which they did frequently - white callows looking like ghosts of the termites they were to become, pupae, and eggs; These are fungus-growing termites, and there were plentiful fungus gardens, looking like soft whitish sponges in the red earth of the mound itself. The queen cell was a big hard oval of mud, which when opened showed the queen, the male, the workers and [[strikethrough]] [[illegible]] [[/illegible]] [[/strikethrough]] two species of termitophiles. The queen was about four inches long, all abdomen with a head a quarter of an inch long, and she was simply a naked palpitating egg machine, with the eggs still exuding in a milky flow. 
Boima Quae (Bill calls him Boy McCoy) called in the afternoon. Bill gave him a carton of cigarettes, and a box of matches, and offered him a drink. He refused, being a good Moslem, anything but beer, but he tossed off a quart bottle of that in two minutes, and then, without wiping the foam from his lips (it looked like a white mustache) took his leave, saying "Excuse me, I must go to pray."
About five o'clock we heard a beating of drums and chanting, and walked through the village thinking perhaps to see a native dance. The head of the local branch of the Poro was in town, a rather handsome Zo of about forty years, wearing a peaked cap, a grass skirt over khaki shorts, and tastefully decorated with cowrie shells and an assortment of animal skins - potto, monkey and civet predominating. This is the time of year when the women's bush is ended and the men's bush beginning, and as the rule of the town is transferred from the men to the women certain ceremonies must be observed. The Zo gave the women, who were all lined up on one side of the village square, a loud harangue, and was answered with jeers, hand-clapping and evidently obscene remarks. However, as he progressed the women melted away until only the men were left, and our own boys hustled me off to our rest house. Once we were all inside the doors and windows were closed and bolted, and we sat in the stifling heat for about an hour while mysterious sounds of men running and shouting were to be heard outside. 
In the early afternoon we collected some fish by putting derris in a nearby stream, and got among other things a live catfish which, as Flomo explained, is the "fish that shakes you." Bill put in a fish can with other fish, who were electrocuted by it. Fermeteh cooked palm butter chop for us again, this time we provided the chicken. 
Most of the evening there was a big palaver, with nearby chiefs and village headmen gathered round. Boima Quae has sent out a call to all hunters to go and get us animals, and we were quite encouraged when Bobo told us that at one time, when the Government ordered monkeys to be collected, the people here caught 3578 alive! He said they cut off most of the branches of trees where the monkeys lives, isolating them in the topmost branches and then felling the tree. It sounded plausible, although we had some doubts as to the actual number captured. 
May 16 - All the trails from the village lead to good bush, and we walked along one very pretty shady trail this morning, collecting insects. Bill was pleased to find Diopsidae fairly plentiful, and he also got six species of tiger beetles. My great thrill was getting close enough to a monkey in a tree to photograph it. 
Our own boys went out today and brought in five termite queen cells for Bill to dissect. The village children brought in five