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exactly), I will call them Yahoos. The tribe
consists, I believe, of no more than seven
hundred individuals; this tally includes the Nr,
who live farther south, in the dense
undergrowth of the jungle. The figure I give
here is conjectural, since with the exception of
the king, queen, and various witch doctors, the
Yahoos sleep wherever they may find
themselves when night falls, in no fixed place.
Marsh fever and the constant incursions of the
Apemen have reduced their number. Only a
very few have names. To call one another, they
fling mud at each other. I have also seen Yahoos
fall to the ground and throw themselves about
in the dirt in order to call a friend. Physically
they are no different from the Kroo, except for
their lower forehead and a certain coppery cast
that mitigates the blackness of their skin. Their
food is fruits, tubers, and reptiles; they drink
cat's and bat's milk and they fish with their
hands. They hide themselves when they eat, or
they close their eyes; all else, they do in plain
sight of all, like the Cynic school of
philosophers. They devour the raw flesh of their