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yesterday went down to the 102 mark. In the forenoon 199
he tried to take a cup of Bovril, but the attempt was
unsuccessful. Meanwhile, all other operations are tem-
porarily abandoned. Severe rains, which come up here
simultaneously with the waning of the moon, have fallen
all week. It is impossible to believe we could have
done any valuable shooting in the days we have missed.
The rain clouds pour through the gap in the two
ridges above us and swoop down the valley under the force
of a very high gusty wind. Each rain squall is a storm
in itself. The trees on the ridges are shaken all over
each other and several of them, with the report of a
giant cannon ball, have fallen over and careened into
the bush on the side of the mountain.
The climate during the late storms has remained
cold, like late October days in New England. It has
seemed preposterous to look far down the valley to the
coast and know that around the nose of the nearest north-
ern peninsula is the hottest place in the world, with
the exception of one famous little harbor on the Persian
Gulf.
At night the clouds clear away and there follows
the cold crystal atmosphere of New England in November.
We have been thankful for all our blankets, overcoats,
shooting coats, and everything we could pile on. The
change has been a blessing, and I, for one, look forward
with melancholy circumspection to the time when we shall
have to return to the coast.