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the principal street of the town. It poured into the lower- 
lying houses, and kept on rising and rising. The people 
wEo lived next the river came rushing out of their 
dwellings, shouting excitedly and dragging their house- 
hold possessions after them, and sought safety upon 
the higher terraces. Some, bolder of heart, began to 
“cradge” or throw up temporary ridges of clay, to keep 
the water from entering their houses, and so washing 
away or destroying their property. In a couple of 
A SHOP IN A BAZAAR 
minutes the whole of the lower portion of the bazaar 
was muddy water. The air trembled with the awe 
inspiring roar of the torrent. W omen were wading up 
to the waist in water, carrying little children m their 
arms. Every house-roof was crowded with people. 
Those who had nothing to lose were able to give them- 
selves up without qualm of conscience to the enjoyment 
of what was truly a magnificent spectacle. Fortunately 
the house in which we were lodged was a long way from 
the river, and never for a moment came in jeopardy. 
