The Path From This Continued
Its Perilous Character, In One Place Traversing A Precipitous Face
Of Rock Only Passable On All Fours, Beneath Which A Thick Cover Of
Long Grass And Weeds Hung Over The Deep, Treacherous-Looking Pools Of
The Torrent.
Having on a pair of grass shoes which had already done
one day's work, I had broken down about half way, and was now nearly
bare-footed.
I consequently did not arrive till nearly the last of
the party, and found the tent pitched and fires lit under a group of
large trees, in the wooden village of about a dozen houses, called
Sucknez. It was then getting dusk, and after waiting a reasonable
time, we sent out a party from the village to make search for our
missing man, while F. and I, lighting a fire almost in the tent door,
proceeded to cook our own dinner.
The materials consisted of an unlimited supply of eggs and a box
of sardines, hitherto neglected, and despised among the artistic
productions of our lost professor. F. superintended the frying
of the eggs, and produced a conglomeration of some eight of them,
which we pronounced unusually delicious, while I laid the table and
looked after the kettle, for we thought it better, under our bereaved
circumstances, to knock tea and dinner into one meal. Although we had
made a longish march, we managed, with the aid of the kettle and the
brandy, to sit up by the light of a roaring pine fire until late, in
the hopes of some news arriving of our searching party.
Enter page number
PreviousNext
Page 179 of 303
Words from 48497 to 48762
of 82277
