A NIGHT BY A JUNGLE POOL 171 



An hour later, as I passed slowly up the precipitous 

 spur leading to the plateau and camp, and took a breather 

 ere climbing the little mural precipice which skirts the flat 

 tops of these hills, my eye fell with grateful recollections 

 on the glint of the little pool, now a thousand feet below 

 in the yet dark glen, which had afforded me one of the 

 pleasantest nights of my life. 



