About twelve feet beneath the overhanging boughs of a large tree is the stone circle of a fire pit. Strung between this trunk and the next is a hammock sewn of animal skins, fur on the inside. Scraped hides in various stages of curing are stretched among the stems of the enclosing thicket, forming a perimeter of rough half-walls. In a gap at the far side I see a hole dug for the disposal and burning of offal, latrine products and other refuse, and a bulging water skin hangs near the hammock. Clay bowls and carved wooden utensils are stacked on a wide flat stone serving as a table beside the fire pit, along with neatly coiled vines, braided leather thongs and actual ropes. There are huge piles of both firewood and coal on either side of the cave entrance, and sundry other comforts and posse
