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one which was fallen in, was as sand in a muddy pool, hut 

 that of water, instead of being clear as before was quite 

 discolored ; the stream also had ceased flowing for some 

 time, as the plain bore no marks of moisture. On reaching 

 the summit of the larger one, it was very evident that an erup- 

 tion had taken place the day before (Monday), for the chan- 

 nel on the western side was quite filled with slime, which 

 had oozed down the side of the hill, and ran some thirty yards 

 into the plain below. The dry clods I had placed when before 

 here, were covered, and it was not safe to cross where the 

 mud had found an issue; whereas my whole party had, when 

 with me, walked round the edge of the basin. The jets rose as 

 usual. So tenacious is the mud of this one, that even cocoanuts 

 which the Hindoos throw on it do not sink, but in the others 

 it is more liquid. No alteration had taken place in the ap- 

 pearance of the small Koop. 



We now followed our former route, halting at the Phor 

 river near a muddy pool, and at a brackish well in the Churra. 

 Our next stage was over the plain beyond Dambo, and across 

 the Pooralee river (now quite dry), to a tank near Shaik Boo- 

 lun's tomb. After passing it we crossed some low sandy 

 ridges, and wound under a range of sand hills, on which is 

 a well, close to a few tamarisk trees. We then came to a 

 salt flat called the Truppa, extending from the Gooroo-Chela- 

 Karun to the Thura, from which it is distinguished by being 

 totally bare of all shrubs. The tide does not affect it, but 

 rain brings out a crust of salt. We rejoined our former route 

 at the groves of the Gooroo and Chela, and then entering the 

 sand hills which encompass Soumeanee, descended to an oblong 

 amphitheatre surrounded by them, of about half a mile in width 

 and four in length, covered with the lavoo bush, and dotted 

 here and there with pools of brackish water. This tract is 

 called the " Dotur Puk," and it was to avoid it that we kept 

 to the beach road when on our way to Dambo. I had been 

 told that the Yam and his Dewan intended visiting me on my 

 return and offering some presents, but I fortunately reached 

 Soumeanee when they were at Lyaree, and after addressing 

 letters to them both expressing my thanks for the attention 



