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Captain Pearson, I had not seen a white face during these six 

 months of jungle wanderings ; and though by no means tired 

 of the wild, independent life of a forester, or of the company 

 of the hill people and the kindly little band of dependants I 

 had gathered about me, the society of a pleasant station like 

 the Jubbulpur of those days was no doubt an agreeable 

 change. . 



