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cartridges from Bobbie's bed where 

 he had thrown his shooting coat 

 before dinner, continued to explode, 

 and bullets flew about in a 

 scattering fire, until Nimrod could 

 appear heading his bucket brigade, 

 which he had immediately organised, 

 pressing us all into service. Every 

 available water holder was passed 

 along the line, from canvas buckets 

 to coffee pot and saucepans. 



Fortunately the woods were wet 

 with the day's drizzle. The wreck 

 of Bobbie's luxurious canvas home 

 was bad enough, but a forest fire 

 was far worse. That we strained 

 every nerve to avert, and when at 

 last all was safe, and the Tevi could 

 take stock of the blackened remnants 

 of their belongings, we all rejoiced 

 that little permanent damage had 

 been done except to the tent, which 

 having been paraffine-coated to 

 make it further waterproof, had been 

 literally licked up by the flames until 

 there was nothing left. 



A candle lamp left burning had in 

 some way slipped from its upright 

 position and started the blaze. 

 >As there were to be two jacking 



