no other word can express it, of the drivers. They are all men ranging from 20 to 38 in age I suppose. They are grouped in & around their wagons in every conceivable posture & dress. One is sitting on the sand with a pair of shorts on, his sole claim to civilization, hammering a piece of wood in the sand. Others are amusing themselves throwing shells at one another & then dodging behind the wagons; for all the world like little kiddies of 10. Every successful hit is greet with a shout of laughter. . .