A DAY OF STOEMS. 201 



or more in length, who, leaving their hollow 

 tree, swarmed unwelcome guests into our 

 circle, biting us fiercely whenever we ventured 

 to resent the intrusion. So we deserted the hut 

 towards evening, and sought a cave higher up 

 the mountain, where at least we could keep 

 dry and should be nearer the haunts of the 

 tiir if a change in the weather should favour 

 our plans on the morrow. 



The cave was one through which a swollen 

 little mountain stream gurgled, and though 

 the music of the water lulled you to sleep 

 there was always a danger, owing to the slop- 

 ing nature of your bed, lest m your dreams 

 you should become too nearly acquainted with 

 those melodious waves. Personally, I erected 

 a small barricade between myself and the 

 water, and I fancy the others followed my 

 example. 



Monday was a day of storms. Howling 

 wind and incessant rain made sport an ini- 



