Charier III. 



MY position was serious. I was forty miles from 

 the station, the nearest place where medical 

 aid could be obtained, and my wounds required 

 immediate attention. I sent in all directions for 

 palkee-bearers to carry me to the station, but one 

 after the other the messengers returned, saying they 

 were all away, but it was expected that some would 

 return the next day. At 9 p.m., eleven hours after 

 the encounter, my wounds were still bleeding, and I 

 was feeling extremely faint. I was obliged to have 

 recourse to a primitive kind of surgery. I steeped 

 some strips of lint in brandy, and stuffed them into 

 the holes, when the bleeding stopped almost 

 immediately. I then had a sheet torn up into 

 strips, and my arm lashed close to my side. I then 

 turned in, and took one hundred and twenty drops 

 of laudanum, and was soon in the arms of 

 Morpheus. 



That arrangement like a box in the verandah 

 (Plate 17) is a palkee. It has poles at each end by 

 which it is carried on men's shoulders. These men 



