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INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL. 



find the moschetoes of Tuloom worse than the tooth- 

 ache. We held our ground against them for two 

 nights, but on the third, one after the other, we crawl- 

 ed out of our hammocks to the platform before the 

 door. The moon was shining magnificently, fight- 

 ing up the darkness of the forest, and drawing a long 

 silvery line upon the sea. For a time we felt our- 

 selves exalted above the necessity of sleep, but by de- 

 grees drowsiness overcame us, and at last we were 

 all stretched at full length on the ground. The on- 

 slaught was again terrible ; we returned to our ham- 

 mocks, but found no peace, and emerging again, kin- 

 dled a large fire, and sat down to smoke till daylight. 

 It was aggravating to look the moon in the face, its 

 expression was so calm and composed. A savage 

 notice to quit was continually buzzing in our ears, 

 and all that we cared for was to get away. 



