134 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



We were delayed too long at this 

 place to attempt to reach our destina- 

 tion that day, and I passed the night 

 rather miserably in the little veranda 

 of a native house, belonging to the 

 Potail of a forest hamlet on our 

 way. 



Next morning down came the rain, 

 but we found the streams passable, and 

 reached the Haigah village that evening, 

 wet and weary, and much bullied by the 

 tiny jungle leeches which fasten on 

 one's ankles and legs, and sometimes 

 drop from the boughs on to the neck of 

 the passer-by. 



The Haigahs installed me in the 

 spacious stone portico of their temple, 

 and neither priest nor layman objected 

 when Domingo brought in a basin of 



