month. I wonder what becomes of that kind when it goes upcountry?” I said to him I expected to see that soon. 'So-o-o!” he exclaimed. He shuffled athwart, keeping one eye ahead vigilantly. 'Don't be too sure,” he continued. 'The other day I took up a man who hanged himself on the road. He was a Swede, too.” 'Hanged himself!

Why, in God's name?” I cried. He kept on looking out watchfully. 'Who knows? The sun too much for him, or the country perhaps.”

“At last we opened a reach. A rocky cliff appeared, mounds of turned-up earth by the shore, houses on a hill, others with iron roofs, amongst a waste of excavations, or hanging to the declivity. A continuous noise of the rapids above hovered over this scene of inhabited devastation.