White Sheep 
Not having an answer to this in the course of 
half an hour, I fired another shot, and this time 
a rifle report rang out away down the creek. I 
had meanwhile got ready some ribs and a haunch 
of mutton with which to feed up my hungry 
Indians, whilst Hunter had made a plentiful 
supply of tea and bread for them also. At last 
they turned up wet through to the skin—their 
canvas clothes simply oozed water. They had 
brought up tremendous loads each, but they 
seemed as happy as crickets and none the worse. 
They fairly amazed me. I can picture Shanghai 
now as he stood in front of the roaring camp fire 
with the steam coming from his clothes so densely 
that you could barely see him. I waited on 
them, and saw that they had as much as ever 
they could eat, and they did credit to my cooking 
powers by demolishing every particle of the 
mutton, besides bread galore and tea ad libitum ! 
They had a smoke, then turned into their 
blankets wet through as they were. I thought 
it would have killed them, but next morning 
they got up, it is true somewhat later than 
usual, for Hunter and I had finished our break- 
fast, and when they stood up in front of the fire 
the steam arose in dense clouds from their 
clothes just as it did the previous evening, in 
fact, they did not change their clothes at all, 
but simply let them dry on them. No wonder 
these men take a sweat bath every now and 
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