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old lintels and perhaps unearth rusted locks and keys, or ancient coins or 
even old idLning tools lying hidden in the earth. Tunnels led into the 
iiDuntain on all sides, evidently of lauch later origin and very poorly con- 
structed. Dr. Diase xploied one or two with no result. And still m 
riclily in the coppery sun of late afternoon. .below us in the valley 1 
the tea plantation, the red soil between the nicely-cultivated bushes 
imp^arting a patchwork-quilt effect to the region. ilow our negro guides 
led us to a rather steep decline, at the bottom of which a turbulent little 
stream shouted at its release as i t iiastened down to the valley?- to join its 
brothers. Dr. Dias decided to have a look ibr tadpoles, but he \ould not 
let me coirje down, as he said it ?/as very steep and dangerous. I \ms there- 
fore xrioie di scre^tc thc3n valorous and let him and the negroes go down, 
wnile 1 stretched out on my back on the path vxith my purse for a pillow, and 
occasional ants taking promenades over my chosk. I tliink I fell asleep 
there on my ledge overlooking infinity. any rate it was a most glorious 
sensation to ^^come to^^ again, with the shimmering light of late afternoon 
playin£'^ across iry eyelids, and to see the great panoply of cloudland arching 
over the indescribably beautiful earth-contours, made more precise by the 
deep shadows mounting up from the valley. How Dr. Dias and the negroes 
appeared with a bottle of funnel- mouthed large black t8,dpoles {but no adultsl). 
V/e now took the downward trail, had a drink of cold water from a tiny 
rivulet that cropped out near the top of our mountain. All tanlced up on the 
-ifraid of the Dig, Bad Tifolf?” Not, hov^ver, with our arriis around each 
other’s necks in the usual attitude of conviviality after drinks I It just 
can’t be done on a mulepath. — Uur next stop was half-way dovin at the 
