He pointed east.
“How far is it to the Ihuru?”
“Oh!” He brought his right hand across his elbow joint—that is double the distance, four days.
“Is there any food north?”
He shook his head.
“Is there any west or north-west?”
He shook his head, and made a motion with his hand as though he were brushing a heap of sand away.
“Why?”
He made the motion with his two hands as though he were holding a gun, and said “Doooo!”
“To be sure the Manyuema have destroyed everything.”