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improbable) that their tale was true. Indeed from all I heard at 
Malliatoor about the fever, the forests on this side are not so dan- 
gerous as those particular jungles of Malabar, which we consider 
really fatal. It is true people talked of fever and men are said 
occasionally to die of it : but still it is not dreaded like the Car- 
eoor fiend, or that awful pest at Bowally, And were I to make 
this trip egain, I would not hesitate to spend a night at Attripully. 
At this place the Codacherry river takes a sharp bend, and a ^ 
of a mile above the turn there is a very pretty fall of 60 or 70 feet 
in height, very picturesque even now, when the waiter in the river 
is at its minimum. There is a specimen here of the effect of peb- 
bles lodging where the rock is somewhat soft, and by the action 
of the water wearing holes into the rivers bed, many feet in depth. 
The whole bed of the stream is perforated in this manner both 
above and below the falls ; and several of the pits, after working 
down some fifteen feet, have broken through and left a fiat arch 
of rock spanning five yards or more, with a large open space be- 
neath, through which one branch of the river flows. This rill 
leaves the main stream by one of these tubular perforations and 
then passes below the rocky arch. It is altogether a curious spot 
and very picturesque. We stopped here two hours to rest and 
breakfast ; and an addition was made to our party of two of the 
watching peons, come by orders of the Malliatoor Ameen to learn 
the road, and keep the information we obtained, for the use of any 
one who should wish to try the path hereafter. 
The peons seemed terrified on hearing what they had to do, 
though one can hardly fancy why men living as these were, in a 
hut built in the branches of a bamboo bush, deep in a jungle full 
of elephants, should fear a change so trifling in their home, as 
they would find with us. But so it is ; beyond this point they 
had never been, and they dreaded the unknown as much as if 
they had ne\er left the pavement of a gas lit town. 
As we gained the summit of one low hill upon our line of 
march, the guide pointed to the flat surface of the rock upon the 
right hand side and said " Many years ago a Christian Bibhop was 
killed upon that stone." 
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