78 THE OUT-STATION; OR, 



for carrying on the sport ail day, aad leaving bodily 

 comforts till the morrow ; but as his views happily 

 are singular, we make the best of our way homewards, 

 each of our bearers carrying his master's trophies, of 

 which he is quite as proud as if he had won it from 

 the quondam owner himself. 



A fine broad river, some twenty yards in width, 

 runs about half a mile in rear of the bungalow; and, 

 oh ! the luxury of plunging into its depths, 



Patulae sub tegmine bamboo, 



when the dangers and toils of the morning are over, 

 and before commences the onslaught on the contents 

 of the huge packages that probably formed our bed- 

 stead on the previous night! and afterwards, as we 

 toddle home, enveloped in our kaleidoscopic dress- 

 ing-gowns, to be met half-way by the matter-of-fact 

 odour of fried eggs and bacon, beefsteaks, and coffee, 

 is an extremely delicious treat under such circum- 

 stances, and well worth the reader's while (if he will 

 only believe me) to start by the next overland mail, 

 and experience it all in propria persona. 



After breakfast commences the misery of the day, 

 and happy is the man who can bring himself to sit 

 down and read until dinner-time. 



For my own part I used to endeavour to kill the 

 time by sleep, but no sooner had I arrived at the 

 wished-for state of unconsciousness, than all the 



