UP IN THE HILL COUNTRY. 45 



hill and wood, of rugged steep and ferny glen, 

 presented a picture with that depth of colouring 

 and exquisitely rich tints which Salvator Eosa 

 would have been delighted to transfer to canvas. 

 As we passed by the church I saw two coolies 

 standing by a newly-made grave, upon which they 

 had evidently been working, and with a strange 

 presentiment that I can hardly explain, I rode up 

 to the inclosure, and asked "Kown murgia?" 

 ("Who is dead r') 



" Wedderburn, sahib," replied one of the work- 

 men. " Hathee uskoo mardala dus rose lioaT ("An 

 elephant killed him ten days ago.") 



A cold chill came over me upon hearing this sad 

 intelligence, and numberless scenes in which my 

 late friend had borne a conspicuous part flashed in 

 a moment before me, but I felt considerable satis- 

 faction in thinking that I had settled scores with 

 his murderer, for I was convinced that he must 

 have been killed by the rogue I had fallen in with. 



C and the gang came up at that moment, and 



long and loud were the lamentations, for there 

 were few among them who had not at one time 



