MILITARY AD VENTURES. 193 



In the evening my friends arrived, and 

 it did my heart good to see them again, 

 and to hear their jolly, cheerful welcome 

 back to the corps. They had believed 

 me to be dead, and had all mourned my 

 loss as a dear brother, and the reaction 

 when they had ocular demonstration that 

 I was really alive, was most flattering to 

 me ; they could not make enough of me, 

 and were never tired of hearing my ad- 

 ventures; the scenes in the tiger jungle 

 seemed to afford them never failing inte- 

 rest and pleasure, and my descriptions of 

 my girl companion and myself going to 

 roost in the trees at night would set them 

 off in a roar of delight that I thought would 

 never cease. Then, when I told them of 

 the trial and sentence of execution, which 

 even now makes me sick at heart, I was 

 quite overcome ; and the excitement at 



