We went up to the top of the Newera Ellia Pass, in the hope of hearing them in that direction, but with the same want of success.

Miles of ground were gone over to no purpose.

Scaling the steep sides of the mountains at the back of the barracks, we listened among the deep hollows on the other side, but again we were disappointed; the sound of the torrents was all that we could hear.
Descending again to the plain, we procured some breakfast at a friend's house, and we started for the Matturatta Plains.

These plains are about three or four miles from the barracks; and I had a faint hope that the buck might have crossed over the mountain, and descended into this part of the country to a river which flows through the patinas.

We now mounted our horses, having been on foot all the morning.