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fall without warning. I left home Saturday afternoon ; in crossing the river by our house I got my feet wet, the water being up to the horse's girths. Had I been half an hour later I could not have gone. H. tells me that the workmen, who were ploughing our ground, could not cross to go to the village. But this river is a small branch only of the Vaikai River, which has its chief source way down in Kambam valley, and passes between Andipatti and Periakulam. On Saturday I had sent the bandy ahead in the morning, with orders to return and wait at the river to help me over. I met it however only two miles from home, but was reassured when the man told me that there was only a little water. I found enough however to wet my feet again. The Vaikai River is three times as wide as

This morning I felt a little misgiving as to how I should find the river, but pushed ahead, telling the bandy to come as soon as it could. Half a mile from it, I met an old man, who did not comfort me any by saying that there was a lot of water in the river. As soon as I caught sight of it I saw it was true. The water was red with mud and tore along at a furious rate. Moreover there was a bandy with no bullocks by the side, and it did not need the word of two or three men sitting by it to assure me that it was no go.” But I put on a bold face and drove Burnside in. Down he went over my shoes at the first step. That would not do, so I backed out.

I called a council of war, - I was almost half-way home; the sun was growing hot; I could not wait for my bandy, and if I did it would not help me much. If I waited two days, possibly the water would not fall; so in less time than I have taken to say so, I decided that there was only one thing to be done. I stripped, and chirruping to Burnside, stepped in. He did n't want to go, but after drinking a little, seemed more favorably disposed, and in we went. I never was in a stronger current, and the water up to my chest. But after a few rods the water was lower, and we stopped to rest. The bottom was very soft, and I went floundering along, sticking my toes into the mud to keep a footing. But I had n't gone far again before it grew deeper, and almost before I knew it I was rushing along down-stream at a jolly rate, old Burnside snorting, but sticking to me. A dozen or two of hard strokes gave me a footing again, and after another stretch of wading we reached the shore. I tied Burnside to a tree and went back for my clothes. I had to make two bundles of them, to tie on to my head, and so had to cross twice to get them. The last time I crossed for them, I was pretty thoroughly used up and excited the sympathy of the natives, several of whom had collected to see the performance. I should have been pushed to have gone over again. The current was very strong indeed, but had I not been in India a twelvemonth it would not have been a tough thing at all. Here, however, we have no extra strength of muscle for extraordinary occasions. I did not succeed in keeping my clothes wholly dry, though the men tied my bundle on my head quite artistically, but a little water was no harm on a hot morning. Mounting, I urged Burnside on as rapidly as possible, as the sun was becoming decidedly uncomfortable, and I had seven more miles to go. I had a pleasant ride until within half a mile of home, when the roar of a tank-dam, or rather the waterfall, told me that I might have trouble in getting over our river. Sure enough, it was as high as it well could be. I called to the horse-keeper and the servants, and then Mr. Noyes and H. came down, but they could not help me a bit ; so not caring, as I was at home, about apparel, I let Burnside graze and jumped in as I was, much to the concern of our worthy gardener. The river, though narrower, proved to be deeper than the other, and I had to swim fully as much. Mr. Noyes's horse-keeper could swim, the only one on the ground, and he took a rope and made out to get Burnside over.

So we have had a bit of excitement without any harm to anybody. H. says the storm here last night exceeded in severity any that we have had before. One consequence is that a big tank above broke loose, and it is this that has forced the river so full. Communication with the hills is broken off, and the road is flooded.

[Some idea of the suddenness and violence of this rise in the river may be formed from the fact that frequently of two bandies attempting to cross, one would get safely across and the other have to wait, and that cattle, and often people are swept away by the violence of the flood. What was before but the bed of a stream with a narrow, sluggish current, becomes in a few hours a wild, roaring river, impassable except for the most venturesome. So sudden is the descent of an increased volume of water that it can be likened to nothing but another river precipitated over the previous stream. To resume the journal.]

OCT. 17.

The river is down again. It has been raining on the mountains west of us all day, and their summits have been as dark as night. About dinner-time the flood came.

I ran out to see it, and H., baby, and I had a nice time walking along the bank, seeing the water rush by, and watching the servants catch the wood that floated down. They picked up enough firewood to last a couple of months. It is astonishing how quickly the torrent comes, we are so close to the mountains. The flood has brought something else than timber to us. While I write, Manuel the catechist is on the veranda preaching to one hundred people, sitting on it, who have been caught by the river and forced to spend the night here. They belong two miles away, and came this morning to their work at the base of the mountains. Quite an unexpected audience for us. You can judge of the capacity of our veranda, when I tell you that it is not a quarter full.

Ост. 22.

I came home last night from a visit to Dindigal, where I assisted at the dedication of Mr. Webb's new church.

When I came to the river, there was a scene: one bandy was capsized in the middle of the rushing stream, and the men were tugging away to get it out. The swimmers were reaping a harvest by taking over bundles, and persons too, for a cent apiece. On the opposite bank was Mr. White's empty bandy coming from our house to Pulney, and I watched to see how it would come over. They took out the bullocks and then pushed the bandy over. It came out full of water and I began to make up my mind for a ducking and possible upset. So I took out the mattress and valise and stuck my shoes out of water's reach. Then straddling, standing upright, I gave the word and in we went, a dozen men hauling and shoving, calling on their gods and laboring as if it were a case of life and death. Half the number would have done as well. The water came high enough to wet my feet and lift up the straw; but beyond that no harm was done, and after giving the men a cent apiece we drove on.

On the way home I saw a temple on the road-side, and opposite it a stone. A man said that long ago for some reason a man and his wife died together. Now the people worship them ; the stone was the man, the image in the temple the woman. This custom is confined to one caste.


PERIAKULAM, Oct. 29, 1862. Within these few days I have been very much depressed about this people. Oh, my dear brother, if you could come here and see one woman, any one, and see in her the picture of the condition of this people! It is awful, awful. The mass of the people live and die like swine, and the higher classes are utterly sealed against the truth. What power can break through ? As soon as the rains are over I hope to organize a system of preaching, but oh for piety! love to Jesus! the only thing that can give me courage to face a sneering crowd, a callous crowd. Pray much

for me.


Nov. 3.

Our days pass very uniformly now. We are in the rainy season, and consequently somewhat con

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