14 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



My house though spacious was abso- 

 lutely empty, and within reach of its 

 beautiful surroundings were to be found 

 none of the ministers of civilization 

 common at all Indian stations. Prac- 

 tically I was as remote as Robinson 

 Crusoe himself from the doctor, the 

 butcher, the baker, etc. 



I sent therefore to Goa (about seventy 

 miles north) for a family of carpenters 

 and a flock of turkeys, and imported 

 a flock of sheep from Mysore. Ancola, 

 our nearest bazaar, furnished a sack of 

 wheat and a hand-mill ; the cook became 

 the butcher, the tent lascars I taught 

 to make bread, extemporising an oven. 

 When the carpenters arrived they rapidly 

 put together some furniture from the 

 pretty yellow wood of the jack-tree, and 



