ii8 IVILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



view of my tents, and all the hill tops 

 are aflame with the sunset colours ; but 

 in the deeper and more distant valleys 

 hangs a rich sapphire dimness, like the 

 bloom upon grapes. The chill of sun- 

 down is spreading through the forest, 

 and already white mist comes wreathing 

 up from the ravine hard by ; it is time 

 to close the tents. 



To-morrow morning the Lumbadies 

 and their charge will descend the Dava- 

 munile Grhaut to Meerjan. There, on the 

 banks of the broad estuary of the Tuddri, 

 near Grokern, the bales of cotton will be 

 transferred to the ferry boats, and a 

 thousand oxen will take the water and 

 swim across in order to be reloaded for 

 Coompta, seven or eight miles farther on. 



As a regiment going into action must 

 count upon some loss, so surely will one 



