ABSTRACT
At Idua Asang, not far from Idua Oronn on the Cross River, stands the hut of the great Ndemm Orutin Asang. Beneath the palm-leaf fringe, which curtains the entrance, lies an ivory tusk, stretching from post to post, but so ancient as to look like a curved branch with rough, silver-grey bark. Farther back, supported by a heap of skulls and bones, more tusks are to be seen, fantastically ornamented, some with fluted points and crocodiles in low relief, some carved into rough representations of men and women. One of these was so ancient as to show splits and cracks on its grey surface, exactly as though long ago hewn from a log, and left for sun and rain to work their will.
