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while the mutilated body of its former master lay on 
the hill, to become during the following night a centre 
for all the hungry dogs of the place. Nobody enquired 
after him ; he was dead, and his power entirely gone. 
Next day all the Indians left Beckeranta and travelled 
homewards, having, to their grief, at last discovered to 
what a tissue of lying and deceit they had been the 
victims. WEY-TORREH and his father only remained 
at the deserted settlement long enough to set it on 
fire, and see that nothing was left of Beckeranta but a 
few half-charred posts, Then they also departed, leaving 
only the carrion crows to dispose of the fragments left 
over by the hungry dogs. 
Thus ended Wey-TORREH'S story. My sketch had 
been finished long before and the cold morning breeze at 
this high elevation made me shiver, I therefore descended 
from my stone seat, and hurried towards a fire which my 
party had lighted to roast some pieces of meat. 
Slowly we crawled down the mountain, and with very 
sore feet I arrived towards evening at my lonely hut near 
the magnificent fall of the Arabo-pu. 
