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HE above notes and remarks, full
of hope, were written with a little
impatience to be " on the water."
Now, after two hours scrambling
through jungle to and from the
river, I've less hope and an empty
basket. It was hot and still down
in the glen, like the ~-ale wherein
sat grey-haired Saturn, and-
" Forest on forest hung about his head
Likecloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feathered
I I But where the dead leaf fell, their did it rest."
and fruit and flowers too lay sodden under foot.
It was tough work getting through the few hundred
yards of jungle of creeper thorns and boulders to the
river's edge. I fished two or three sheltered runs, and
came back soaking from within and without from the heat
and wet foliage, scratched by thorns, with ears drumming
from the noise of many waters, and no basket, and the
river not down two inches and muddy as could be i
We must be off again now--or at least let the pack
ponies and servants go.
Izth, Monday.-Nampoung, after two hours on our
little gees, two hours that seemed days i Hot and stuffy
down in the glens in the din and roar of the Taiping in
spate, climbing up for a thousand feet, a hundred yards on
the level, twisting round corries--such fascinating corries,