H. B. Fyfe, A Transmutation of Muddles
“ At the lower levels, some of the natives seemed to be experimenting with a coating of wet leaves which they were molding to the wall."They've soaked them in something they boil out of fish parts," his pilot explained. "Like the village roofs. When it dries, it's pretty hard, even waterproof. The stink never dries out.""But what do they have in their bony little brains?" asked Mayne. "Just what is that mess supposed to be?""A temple, believe it or not," answered Voorhis. "They tell me I set her down on land sacred to the great god Meeg!"Mayne looked at Haruhiku. ”
