FURTHER EXPERIENCES OF MR. FRESH. 
after they were all over they did not move on a 
bit, they evidently considered it a sacred duty to 
wait and see the master safe across also. Now it 
is not at all pleasant, and very likely to upset the 
nervous system, when one is conscious of not being 
able to perform any action well, or perhaps unable 
to do it at all, to have a hundred eyes fixed upon 
you, watching every motion I If Mr. Fresh had been 
alone, he would not have walked over that tree, 
but would have taken a more circuitous and safer 
route. But the day was getting on; they were all 
late, and he was evidently expected to make the 
passage, so he boldly leaps up upon the felled trunk, 
just as if he was quite used to this sort of thing, 
and proceeds to walk across. Having safely reached 
half way over about the middle of the stream, he 
stops and looks down, and becomes aware that he 
is standing about twenty yards above a waterfall, 
the roar of which resounds in his ears. 
The suction of the water below him towards the 
top of the fall was strong, and very apparent. What 
if he slipped? He gave a glance backward, 
and became aware that to go back would be worse 
than to go forward, because in order to accomplish 
the former he would have to turn round, rather a 
dangerous feat to attempt in his unsteady position. 
He could not turn round ; he was getting giddy 
standing where he was, gazing on the swift whirl 
of water below, so cautiously and slowly he sat down on 
his hind legs, then with equal caution stretched out 
his hands in front along the trunk as far as they 
would go, then with his hands firmly grasped on the 
rough charred bark he brought forward his legs with 
a jerk until they rested between his arms, which 
were again stretched out in front to be again fol- 
lowed up by the legs, until the passage was made. 
After the final jerk he descended and all the coolies, 
who with such affectionate solicitude had been watching 
every motion, surround him : Master is all dirty ; 
get a chatty and bring some water to wash his 
hands. Master’s white trousers are all charcoal and 
they pass their hands over the trousers in order 
to clean them, but having just a short time previously 
applied coconut oil to their hair, of course their bands 
were all grease, and thus it happened that master’s 
trousers, which had been put on clean and white in 
the morning, that very afternoon presented all the 
appearance as if they had been made out of a piece of 
tarpaulin. 
As time wore on the crossings of “ cross where 
and how you can, ” began to be abandoned, and 
bridges were actually constructed, and they were erected 
