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headlong stampede ; but my friend as he 

 ran had the misfortune to trip and fall, 

 and was instantly covered. A friendly 

 shepherd partly beat off the bees, and 

 covered the victim with his blanket ; but 

 for the next twenty-four hours Captain 

 D 's servants were busy extracting the 

 multitude of stings left sticking in him. 



I was assured by the Tahsildar of 

 Ancola that the rocks of Yaana had only 

 once, a long time ago, been visited by a 

 European, and he often begged me to 

 go and see the spot ; so I at last sent 

 out a small tent, and rode out. 



After crossing the forest the path 

 for some miles led along its borders, 

 and as I rode from one green hill to 

 another, I began to catch glimpses at 

 intervals of clusters of sharp spires and 



