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hidden ways of the hillsides were known ; but 

 no answer came back to our whistlings and 

 shoutings, so we had to give it up and camp 

 where we were. 



The worst part of it was, there was not 

 a place anywhere bare enough of scrub 

 and bramble, all dripping wet, on which to 

 camp, and eventually we heaved our loads 

 into a comparatively low blackberry bush, 

 spread our bourkas over them, and sat down 

 very wet and miserable indeed. In time we 

 managed to make a fire, which only served to 

 show us what a very uncomfortable thicket 

 we were sitting in the middle of, and then 

 having taken a preventative dose of quinine 

 and a pipe, we curled ourselves into our 

 bourkas — cold, thirsty, and sulky. 



I believe, in the night, unlike Dr. Watts's 

 woodland sleepers, Frank and I in our little 

 nest did not agree ; but, on the contrary, 

 woke up and had a very healthy row, the bone 



