ANOLE’S GLUTTONY. 
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As we had got a long way ahead of the caravan, 
we had to wait here for three hours before our tents 
arrived, so all four of us sat huddled together under 
one mackintosh and a white umbrella, while frequent 
cold showers of sleet and rain did their utmost to chill 
our very souls, and tended to damp our mountaineering 
ardour, until, by good luck, a load arrived, out of which 
we were able to get a bottle of port. 
The thermometer next morning registered only 38°, 
rather a sudden change from the 95° in the shade of 
only five days ago. I was quite sorry for our poor men, 
as they had nothing but their linen garments to keep 
out the cold. My servant Anole was in a particularly 
bad way, as, excepting a small waistband of cloth, he 
had parted with all his clothes in exchange for extra 
food. Forgetful for the moment of this insatiable 
gluttony, I gave him a piece of cloth as an extra cover¬ 
ing ; but although shivering and miserable, nothing 
would induce him to convert it into a garment, as he 
meant to sell it for food when we got back to the 
plains, and cutting it up would decrease its value. 
After half an hour’s march, next day, through the 
grotesque heath-forest, Ave emerged upon a most beau¬ 
tiful undulating and park-like country, intersected by 
small rivulets and watercourses, with here and there 
a coppice of trees or patch of jungle. These charm¬ 
ing slopes were bounded below by the irregular edge 
of the forest, extending east and west for many miles, 
while far above us could be seen a large tract of short 
scrub and heath, broken in places by rocky cliffs and 
