REACH LODO OMBO. 6l 



enveloped in clouds, and it again began to rain 

 heavily, we put our horses to a gallop, and at four 

 p. m. reached the village or hamlet of Lodo Ombo. 



This was a poor little place, very different in ap- 

 pearance from the villages of the plains ; the houses, 

 instead of bamboo, were formed of planks very 

 roughly put together, and their edges by no means 

 fitting well. The roofs were generally thatch, and 

 the doors, windows, and chimneys very poorly con- 

 trived, the whole house looking smoke-dried and 

 dirty, and the ground of the kampong very muddy. 

 The passangerang, or guest house, was a small 

 boarded house, with a narrow central room, and a 

 dark little cabin on each side for a bed-room. The 

 roof was not water tight, nor were the doors or the 

 walls weather proof. As it now poured with rain, 

 and we were wet through, and the wind felt raw and 

 cold, we were by no means comfortable. After a 

 little time, however, we got a fire in a sort of cook- 

 house adjoining, where Hill's servant, Yacoub, sat 

 wrapped in a blanket, and shivering over the flame, 

 the very picture of misery. It was the first time in 

 his life he had ever felt cold. We also got a fire 

 made in a large earthen pot, under a shed, where 

 we dried our clothes. The thermometer during the 

 day time did not sink below 65°, but it certainly felt 

 very cold, and we longed for the arrival of the coolies 

 with the baggage, that we might get on some cloth 

 dresses. Our fare also seemed very meagre, after 

 the luxurious living of the plains, as it consisted 



