June the 26th, 1905,

Luckily, the savages have let me keep my journal. But perhaps savages is too strong of a word to describe them (they did make a lovely quiche for me earlier, though I’m at a loss to know what was in it). They’re really quite hospitable, actually. They gave me bedding for the night, and said vittles.

The explorer nervously glanced up at the structure before him before writing more. However, they seem to be leading me to an ominous compund as of yet. I would say it almost looks like a gargantuan wooden arena, a circular compound walled in with wood on all sides. This does make me a touch uneasy, but I can only hope that they will show their previous kindness.

A tribesman came over to the explorer. “Hoogy dug-dug,” he said. The tribesman led the explorer into the filled arena.

As I am led into the compound, I notice I seem to be the centre of some spectacle. Do they expect me to fight? The Leader yelled something, and gates creaked open. The cows were released.