300 BAD SHELTER. 



high bank of clouds than a drizzling rain came on, 

 and although I did not like this symptom of a wet 

 night, I was satisfied by Goodaloo going and 

 procuring a hoe, with which he soon pecked up, 

 around the outside tent, a large gutter to carry off, 

 and thus prevent the water that might fall, spreading 

 over the floor inside. After seeing this done, and 

 partaking of supper, I soon fell fast asleep, as com- 

 fortably as if I had remained in the warm close- 

 thatched residence of my learned friends. 



Before midnight, however, the storm that had 

 been brewing the two or three days previously 

 around the cliffs of Aramba, Kundi, and Mamrat, 

 progressed gradually but rapidly to its fullest 

 development. The Scotch mist of the evening 

 increased to a sharp rain, which soon after came 

 down as if the windows of heaven had opened, 

 and another deluge was approaching ; in a very 

 short time, not only were both tents soaking, but 

 before I awoke even, every article of clothing I 

 had on was completely wet through. The fire, 

 fortunately, had been kept in, and a large bundle 

 of wood having been placed between the two tents, 

 we were in no fear of being left without that 

 comfort. The first thing, when I awoke to the 

 misery of my situation, was to send Walderheros 

 to the house situated outside of the palace stockade, 

 but he could get no attention paid to his repre- 

 sentations, they were all as bad off, they said, 

 as myself, the new roof of their apartment letting 



