ADVENTURES BY THE WAY 



i singing everywhere, and the beasts of the jungle 



] still a-graze at the edges; the growing weight of the 



] sun, as though a great pressing hand were laid upon 



I the shoulders; the suffocating, gasping heat of after- 



1 noon, and the gathering piling black and white 



clouds; the cool evening in pajamas with the fireflies 



flickering among the bushes, the river singing, and 



little breezes wandering like pattering raindrops in 



the dry palm leaves — all these, by repetition of main 



elements, blend in my memory to form a single image. 



To be sure each day the rock pinnacles over the way 



changed slightly their compass bearings, and little 



variations of contour lent variety to the procession 



of days. But in essential they were of one kin. 



But here and there certain individual scenes and 

 Incidents stand out clearly and alone. Without 

 reference to my notebook I could not tell you their 

 chronological order, nor the days of their happening. 

 They occurred, without correlation. 



Thus one afternoon at the loafing hour, when F. 

 was sound asleep under his mosquito bar, and I 

 in my canvas chair was trying to catch the breeze 

 from an approaching deluge, to me came a total 

 stranger in a large turban. He was without arms 

 or baggage of any sort, an alien in a strange and 

 savage country. 



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