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small donkey. Pasrnan does not even boast the 

 wretched breed of ponies some of the islands 

 possess. It was, perhaps, rather a drawback that 

 numerous herds and flocks passed every morning 

 at daylight on their way to their pasture on the 

 hills, only to return at sunset ; but we soon got 

 used to the vociferations of their guardians, 

 mostly women. Indeed, the women do about 

 nine-tenths of the w r ork at Pasman, the men's 

 share being the ploughing with a breed of toy 

 bullocks, and the fishing in winter. For the rest, 

 they principally loaf and drink. At both these 

 employments they are hard to beat. 



To return, however, to our first night in camp. 

 As I was putting up the br ancle, our Italian sub- 

 stitute for camp-beds, I heard an ominous crack ; 

 and sure enough, when I had got the thing fixed 

 and sat upon it to try it, down it went. I slept 

 on the ground that night — not the first time in 

 my life by any means — but found Mother Earth's 

 lap just as hard as ever. 



I may here add that next night I rigged up a 

 makeshift with a box and two chairs, but as it 



was decidedly short, E kindly volunteered to 



occupy it and make over the remaining branda 

 to me. Result — at about eleven o'clock, when 

 we were all wrapped in profound slumber, crash ! 

 I w 7 ent down on the unfortunate dogs sleeping 

 below; and that night too the ground was my 



