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...where I bought a silver elephant. We drove through the native town and on many old houses were wood carvings very rare and fine for this place has always been the home of wood carvers. As we drove homeward, the people were gathered in the streets around tinly little fires over which a single pot of supper was cooking. Soon the air at the hotel was filled with smoke. Just why these small fires should have made the air more smoky than chimneys I do not know, but the smoke was there and our eyes were smarting with it so that it was difficult to sleep. Dinner over, we were soon in bed, and up the next morning to get our train at 8:20. This town was interesting because it was all natives and native costumes that we saw, altho there are missions and soldiers &c. there.