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bed, and the cattle were in it all day. Then 

 it shrunk into the wells altogether, and was once 

 more good. But at the last the water gave out 

 at Lakat ; people were removing ours by horse- 

 loads all day long, and the wells were only clear 

 at daybreak. Of course our filter went out of 

 order just at the wrong moment. 



Our "servants," then, being hardly worthy 

 of being included, the personnel of our expedition 

 was the same as in Dalrnatia, with the exception 

 of my poor old Waldmann. Later on his place 

 was taken by his son and daughter, and finally 

 we also added three English beagles to our pack. 

 Another feature of the camp was " Bridget M. 

 Malone," a white chicken, which, arriving as one 

 of a batch intended for the kitchen, singled herself 

 out by her familiar, not to say impudent, manners. 

 For the information of other fowls, I may say 

 that her habits of getting on our chairs and 

 shoulders, etc., saved, and still save, her life. 

 A principal article of her diet were the frequent 

 " pollywogs " which were brought up in our 

 water, and to see her fishing in a bucket was 

 a sight for gods and men. Water-beetles also 

 she did not despise, nor small newts, but she 

 drew the line at the adult eft. Added to which 

 she would steal anything about the camp, and 



E spent an appreciable portion of her day 



in chasing her. 



