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for a short distance and were no^^• bi'ouglit up to our 

 assistance ; the cart was quickly repaired and a fresh 

 pair of cattle fastened to the pole in the usual primitive 

 fashion of this country. In order to reach my friend's 

 estate I had to quit the high road after a distance 

 of twelve miles, where I found horses and coolies waiting 

 to convey us the remaining live miles, which passed 

 through the most beautiful hill-country, forests and 

 jungle, well watered by little streams, and from time 

 to time glimpses of distant mountain ranges. 



Soon my friend, the " dhorey," or master in Canarese, 

 the only appellation by which he was known here, 

 joined us and on reaching the boundary of his estate, 

 a welcome cup of tea was presented by one of his 

 servants who had prepared it in the jungle. George 

 and myself had consumed the last tin of sardines 

 under a large tree of the " ficus " species, while the 

 horses were being got ready, and the ride up and 

 down hill under a broiling sun had by this time 

 created a vacuum. Another mile through the plan- 

 tation landed me at last at the pretty bungalow 

 of Pore, called so from a village that had once 

 existed here. 



Pore lies 3,300 feet above the sea level, enjoying a 

 most perfect climate, not only for the human body but 

 also for the cultivation of coffee. And there is such 



