The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-07

Melancholy melancholy was not the
ford for it, Who would not be grim and
um, 1 asked myself, as I started out
\ the stormy night from the mouth of a
ID cavern, with only too scanty leave"
yaporating every minute; a world of new
1rests scarcely touched of the sports
r5n at my feet; and all the wrath of a
topical monsoon making havoc of my
opes in front?
Back in the cavern were a dozen
touching natives, the gear they had
bought up that morning into the hills
ed behind them and themselves, now
bat the scanty evenings supper was over,
ting round the blaze so still and silent,
their grey, steaming rags, that l could
most have fancied the Wondering gran
gods and demi-gods had come down off
cir pedestals in the neighboring Indian
nple, and had crowded round my fire
shelter from the pitiless sting of the
form outside
And how the wind was blowing! 1t was
reaming shrill notes in the bare crags
ove US, as though a legion of tortured
ries were being done to death up there
nd down below it was filling the forests
it'll the strangest, the most unearthly
foanings that ever came from waving
Zee tops, or echoed over dreary expanses
reed and grass.
Between the Internal music of the wind
rain came down, not in the hating
zzle of more temperate places. but in
Nuvial torrents that hung in the light
our smoky fire, like a thick gray cur
IN across the entrance; and as the de-
Pc scored down the hillside, in a thou
nd Kissing streamlets, every now and
en-, as we listened silently to the hun
Pea tongues of the storm, and pictured
ose bridgeless rivers that lay between
and our longed-for hunting grounds,
eping through the mountain passes in
Ia. yellow torrents, the lightning came
wn-Indra or silva, or some one, stamp
on the black pail of the upper sky and
ough a blazing rent not a single
lead, but a gushing river Of light poured
th, an irresistible torrent Of bright
which burst from the black cupola
the heavens, and poured in a thousand
4tering blue cascades over the ruins OF
"A angry clouds, which had suddenly
8hioned at its presence, down from ter
Be to terrace, filing the gullies between
0se vapory hills with streams Of ethe-
fire brighter than molten lava, and
PIE ii dropped from pinnacle to PIN
lie, and flooded the glistening wet coun-
all around with its own deadly Drill
Hncy, the mouth of our cavern came out
bed and black, for a dazzling second,
MlnSt that shine. We saw every JWlS
stone as though it were broad day
at, the black swaying jungles, the
Us laced with silver runnels, We saw
shadows gigantic on the walls be-
10 US, the dead light in each other
la open, startled eyes, and then IT was
~ blackness again, impenetrable Sly
a darkness. and through the cleft where
lightning had come came the thunder,
Jant, Overwhelming sound that made
soul quake, and seemed as it rolled
as to be tearing the very Vltals out
lae stormy mother world below us.
was no good grumblng; we made up
Ire and presently the storm aDated a
le, and between the gusts we now and
caught the complaining of strange
rs and beasts as much perturbed by
warning elements as ourselves. Thefe
Vulnerable bats in the. crevices
sIaead. chattering and wheeling as the
lAs Of our bivouac found them out; a
- and dismal owl in a neighboring
oemoaning the weather not less
liy If a little more noisily than our
vs., black monkeys bowling in the big
oslow, and then presently, during
.4s pause between the gusts, the ire
nous deep roar of a belted tiger
out Of his hiding-place, came up
Mssn the darkness.
XII grim and sinister sound somehow
eAed the tongues of my dusky roll
~ and soon they began to tell in low
one to another wonderful things
Ls and tigresses, the nervous eyes
H47 eager gestures showing how Keen
Use sWarthy hill-men felt the ponl
9-ofal OF the tales they told. Seeing
.-sIlerested in their talk, Jumma, the
- VI the band, man who only IiVeo