On the same pony he pushed on to Newera Ellia, thirty-six miles, the next day; and then taking a fresh horse, he rode into Kandy, forty-seven miles, arriving in good time on the evening of the 30th November.
Having parted with V.B., we saddled and mounted, and, following our guide through a forest-path, we arrived at Curhellulai after a ride of four miles.

Nothing could exceed the wretchedness of this place, from which we had been led to expect so much.

We could not even procure a grain of rice from the few small huts which composed the village.

The headman, who himself looked half-starved, made some cakes of korrakan; but as they appeared to be composed of two parts of sand, one of dirt and one of grain, I preferred a prolonged abstinence to such filth.

The abject poverty of the whole of this country is beyond description.
Our coolies arrived at eight A.M., faint and tired; they no longer turned up their noses at korrakan, as they did at Monampitya, but they filled themselves almost to bursting.
I started off V.B.'s coolies after him, also eight men whose loads had been consumed, and, with a diminished party, we started for Bibille, which the natives assured us was only nineteen miles from this spot.