262 TWO YEARS IN THE JUNGLE. 



for half a day because the winds were contrary ! It was on such a 

 craft that I paid first-class steamer rates, and the captain had the 

 withering audacity to ask me to pay for the rice and cocoanuts my 

 servant ate. 



I spent the days on deck in the blazing heat, reading and 

 grumbling and wishing for a Whitehead torpedo or a charge of 

 dynamite with which to blow the old tub into the air, captain, 

 crew, cockroaches and all. I would have taken my chances of get- 

 ting ashore for the sake of the revenge. 



But all things earthly end at last, and so did that voyage. We 

 reached Mullaitivu at sunset on March Gth. 



