Highly delighted, we accordingly pulled on shore.  We found conveyances waiting for us, kagos they were called.  They were the funniest little machines I ever saw--a sort of litter; suppose a box open in front and the sides, with a low seat inside, and the lid shut down.  Even Jerry and I, though not very big, had great difficulty in coiling ourselves away in ours; and how our portly old friend contrived it, was indeed a puzzle.  We had to sit cross-legged, with our arms folded and our backs bent double, and were borne jogging along by two native porters, our heads every now and then bumping up against the roof, till we couldn't help laughing and shouting out to each other to ascertain if our skulls were cracked.  I suppose the natives have a mode of glueing themselves down to the seats.