Darkness overtakes us, far from any habitation, and we anchor for the night under a nameless shore. A sand-bank that is clean and soft offers us its hospitality. Soon there is a great fire ablaze, and a hut in con-
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struction. Dinner over, we sit round the fire and smoke, wrapped in blankets, for the night is cold. The sky overhead is a cloudless violet, lit with the great northern stars which still, happily, bear me company. In an hour the moon comes up over the tree-tops and over the hills that part the Salwin from the Yunzalin.