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above, so sweet and clear that imagination might declare 

 it born but recently of some divine intent and falling 

 with a gentle murmur as if the echoes of the voice 

 which bid it be, still lingered in it. 



I quenched my thirst at this beautiful stream. It 

 was, I knew, the source of that whereon my camp was 

 pitched. As I rested there, gratefully, under the shadow 

 or a rock, I heard the noise of approaching hoofs, and 

 around the farther side of the promontory appeared 

 two men and three animals my servants and my mule. 

 As they informed me, the animal had returned alone to 

 camp, with the bridle tied to the saddle-bow as I had 

 left it. They had returned over the trail and inter- 

 viewed the Chola woman, who had told them of my 

 intention to take a ' short cut ' over the mountains : 

 and it being impossible to take the mules that way, 

 they had returned to seek and meet me. 



They made a fire, and I partook of some soup and 

 other satisfactory matters, ingredients of which were 

 in my saddle-bags ; and, having rested a while, we 

 mounted our mules and returned to the camp." 



