Partly by conciliation, partly by threats, we at last persuaded him to make the attempt, following closely in his wake.

It was nasty work.

Twice our horses were carried off their feet by the strong current running out to sea (we were only a quarter of a mile from the mouth); and once we, or rather the horses, had to swim for it; but we reached the opposite shore in under half an hour, wet and numbed to the waist, but safe.

At seven we were snugly housed for the night at Katvesera, a so-called village of three or four mud hovels, selecting the best (outwardly) for our night's lodging.

We were badly received by the natives.