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berg, and many others flourish, I feel as if 

 I had returned once more to this century, 

 instead of living as at Raneetotem in an en- 

 vironment which constantly reminded one of 

 the times of the patriarchs. However I am 

 glad to have had the experience and to have 

 seen what the daily life of a remote low country 

 Estate is like. 



Our move was performed by the help of bul- 

 lock carts and a curious sight it was to see the 

 process of loading. Three carts stood in a row, 

 each the nucleus of a busy group of coolies ; a few 

 yards away lay the six bullocks patiently chewing 

 the cud until they were wanted, and not in the 

 least disturbed by the barking of dogs, the 

 screams of the monkey, the cackle of geese, and 

 the crowing of cocks, as they were each and all 

 caught and deposited in their respective carts. 

 A great difficulty was how to convey three 

 broods of chickens which were really too young 

 to face the shaking and the hot sun ; ten of 

 these eventually died, but all the rest of the 

 beasts and birds reached their new home safe 

 and sound. 



Another problem was the conveyance of the 

 numerous pot plants, which are the ornaments 

 of the verandah, and the pride and joy of 

 almost every planter's heart. 



At last everything was got under weigh, and 

 amidst the salaams of the kanganies, and the 



