.'12 SAVAGE SVANETIA. 



CHAPTER XV. 



DJUARIA. 



In spite of our good supper we did not let the 

 grass grow under our feet next morning, and 

 were out in the soaking rain again at dawn. 

 For rain of course it still did, and if anything 

 more heavily than ever. Our clothes were 

 beginning to follow the example of the hills, 

 and slowly to break up under the influence of 

 constant soaking. Sandals we had none now, 

 but we bandaged our feet up in rags of some 

 kind. I know the last of Frank's two towels 

 (used to carry our tea about in as long as we 

 had any) was worn out on my feet in those 

 last two days to Djuaria. 



At the bridge which crosses to Keeser- 



