. In farthest Burma : the record of an arduous journey of exploration and research through the unknown frontier territory of Burma and Tibet. ting, but I might throw that off; anyhow, wewere out to find a way to the top. At dusk there came a mutter of thunder, and theclear sunset sky clouded over rapidly. Louder andnearer grew the thunder, and with it the wind rose. Within five minutes of the first warning a terrificstorm rushed upon us, with brilliant flashes of lightningand drenching rain. The wind tore madly at the tent,and it looked as if it might be lifted bodily up at anymoment. I was gr
. In farthest Burma : the record of an arduous journey of exploration and research through the unknown frontier territory of Burma and Tibet. ting, but I might throw that off; anyhow, wewere out to find a way to the top. At dusk there came a mutter of thunder, and theclear sunset sky clouded over rapidly. Louder andnearer grew the thunder, and with it the wind rose. Within five minutes of the first warning a terrificstorm rushed upon us, with brilliant flashes of lightningand drenching rain. The wind tore madly at the tent,and it looked as if it might be lifted bodily up at anymoment. I was grovelling inside the little bathroomannexe at the back of the tent, tightening ropes,when there came a sudden crash, followed by a rend-ing sound; at the same moment a shower of branchesrattled down, and half the tent collapsed! A forty-foot tree had fallen across it. I crawled out from the wreckage into the main partof the tent. The centre pole, bent like a bow, stillheld, and one of the support poles leaned at a drunkenangle—indeed the tent might collapse bodily if I didnot look sharp. Next moment Lao-niu appeared, white in the face. Photo by] A Maru Matron. A. W. Porter, Esq^ The head-cloth shows that she Is married. She is carrying the days water supply fromthe spring. The water is carried in bamboo tubes. FEVER CAMP 73 and streaming with water, crawling through the holein the back of the tent like a frightened dog seekingcover. Ta-jen, it is a big tree that has fallen, he said,staring wildly. Cut it away from the ropes, I yelled, against thenoise of the storm. The whole tent will go in aminute ! I was pulling off my clothes then. Ta-jeny it is a big tree, a very big tree! Herepeated the statement in a dazed way, as though itwere some magic formula. Get a dah, call the Lashis, cut the wreckage loose at once. It is a very big tree, ta-jen he muttered mechanic-ally, shivering with cold and fear, but doing nothing. By this time I was stripped, and seizing a dah, Idashed out i
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