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cions apartment, exactly one foot between each stem, 
where they branched from the main bole, widening 
upwards, and at eighteen or twenty feet from the 
ground the circumference of the tree must have 
been forty yards at least. I should live in one of these 
if I stayed in this part. I took another youngster, 
a Masara, out of pity. He was almost at death’s 
door from starvation, beating, and shameful usage. 
Mutla (Thorn) is his name. He is a shocking object, 
and makes me shudder ; he is almost a living 
skeleton, hollow-eyed and hollow-jawed. 
20 ih (Sunday ).—We have had a long-continued 
run of the loveliest weather that ever poor mortal 
was blessed with, and I am very well. I wish I could 
say the same of poor Mutla ; from the barbarous 
treatment he has received it is a great chance if he 
pulls through. His head is half battered in and his 
whole body is one mass of scars and wounds, and 
his skin, from starvation, and eating roots and reeds 
and anything he could find to support life, is in a bad 
state. We smear him with grease and gunpowder 
in lieu of sulphur, and, to eradicate the disease, 1 
added a little mercurial ointment, and would have 
added a few drops of turpentine, if I had had any ; 
however, he is young, and with care I hope he will 
get round. Before he came into my possession he 
had had the charge of a flock of goats and some 
kids, which he had to look after all day and bring 
home at night, and one of the latter was missing one 
day; it was eventually proved that the poor starving 
