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however, night falls at sunset and it will be twelve hours 

 before the day again appears. Meanwhile, we cannot 

 move from the immediate surroundings of our camp, for 

 although the danger of wild animals is of little or no 

 importance, the difficulty of walking even where there is 

 a path amounts to a virtual impossibility. Even in the 

 day forest travelling is difficult and it is needless to say 

 that at night it is not even attempted. 



Neither of the party having a watch we could not 

 count the hours, but they were none the shorter for that. 

 As we lay trying to sleep and only succeeding in musing 

 over a thousand fancies, it seemed as if it would never 

 be morning. By and bye our camp-fire sunk down, 

 and as we could not sleep, we got up and replenished ii. 

 Then Prince got up and stretched his limbs and we asked 

 him whether it was nearly morning. He looked up at 

 the star-lit sky and said no, he thought it about three 

 o'clock. We however fancied there was a little glow in 

 the east and prepared coffee so as to be ready at sunrise. 

 We discussed our coffee but it still got no lighter. The 

 frogs continued their weird calls, but the birds, the har- 

 bingers of dawn, remained silent. We lay down again 

 in our hammock, took up our book and went on reading, 

 every now and again going outside and looking towards 

 the east. Now, a chilly feeling crept over us and we 

 were glad to stand in front of the fire. The dew was 

 falling heavily and the dampness produced almost the 

 effe6l of cold. 



However, morning was bound to come at last, and 

 was indicated by the awakening of the birds and the 

 gradual blotting out of the stars. 



Now our photographic work was resumed. Through 



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