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in her hammock back to her village, which only in the 

 morning she had left in such a gay and happy mood. 

 Accompanied by Mr. FRYER and her husband, who still 

 exerted all his fortitude of soul to hide his sorrow, the 

 procession moved towards our village. The look which 

 we had thrown upon the unconscious sufferer before she 

 parted would be the last we knew. 



In what kind of a mood we continued our journey, 

 especially I who still considered myself the innocent 

 cause of the accident, is better felt than said. A long 

 time passed before any sound was to be heard from 

 amons our silent column. Even the Indians could not 

 give room to any other thought but about what they had 

 just lived to see. 



