claiming with a laugh, `We have done well! I hope Tanda has been
equally successful!' Sad was the change which came over his countenance
when I told him what had occurred. Not till then did I know how anxious
I had been. The sun all the time was burning down on my head, and a
sudden sickness overpowered me. I knew no more till I found myself in
the shade of the banyan-trees, near the cool fountain I have described.
Mr Sedgwick was sitting near me, and looking very sad. He felt greatly
the loss of Tanda, and, I believe, thought that I also was dying. The
cool air of evening, and the water with which Mr Sedgwick had liberally
bathed my head, had revived me. It had been a great exertion to him
carrying me thus far, and he seemed to doubt whether he could manage to
convey me to the house. However, he at length took me up, but he was
very nearly overcome, I suspect, when we were met by our friends."

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

THE "HOPE" SAILS IN SEARCH OF WALTER.

Several days have passed since I last wrote in dear Walter's journal.
Mr Sedgwick seems scarcely yet to have got over the loss of Tanda;
indeed he was his right hand man. Still he works away very hard by
himself in arranging the stores for our voyage, and the Frau and Emily
and I help him as much as we possibly can. We have a good supply of
sago-cake. We went out and helped him to gather in the maize, which is
now ripe--having enormous ears. We have busied ourselves in separating
the grains. Then we have paddy. We assisted in cutting it, but we
could not make much progress; and Potto Jumbo devoted a couple of days
to that work, so that we have now enough. We find great difficulty,
however, in beating off the hull in a large mortar. We had seen Tanda
do it, when not a grain was driven out; but when we attempted it, we
sent them flying out in all directions. However, by placing a cloth
with a hole in it, for the handle to go through, over the mouth, we
managed to get on better, and prepared in the course of a few days a
good supply. At a little distance from the house grew a grove of a
species of banana which my uncle planted. He called it the _Musa
textilis_. It was about fifteen feet high. From the fibrous stem of
this plant the manilla hemp is manufactured. It was now cut down, and
by being beaten thoroughly the fibres were drawn out, and our uncle and
Potto Jumbo set to work to manufacture rope from it for rigging the
vessel, as they did n