White Sheep 



Not having an answer to this in the course of 

 half an hour, I fired another shot, and this time 

 a rifle report rang out away down the creek. I 

 had meanwhile got ready some ribs and a haunch 

 of mutton with which to feed up my hungry 

 Indians, whilst Hunter had made a plentiful 

 supply of tea and bread for them also. At last 

 they turned up wet through to the skin their 

 canvas clothes simply oozed water. They had 

 brought up tremendous loads each, but they 

 seemed as happy as crickets and none the worse. 

 They fairly amazed me. I can picture Shanghai 

 now as he stood in front of the roaring camp fire 

 with the steam coming from his clothes so densely 

 that you could barely see him. I waited on 

 them, and saw that they had as much as ever 

 they could eat, and they did credit to my cooking 

 powers by demolishing every particle of the 

 mutton, besides bread galore and tea ad libitum ! 

 They had a smoke, then turned into their 

 blankets wet through as they were. I thought 

 it would have killed them, but next morning 

 they got up, it is true somewhat later than 

 usual, for Hunter and I had finished our break- 

 fast, and when they stood up in front of the fire 

 the steam arose in dense clouds from their 

 clothes just as it did the previous evening, in 

 fact, they did not change their clothes at all, 

 but simply let them dry on them. No wonder 

 these men take a sweat bath every now and 



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