Here the tents were huddled together, clinging to the sloping mountain side.

Darkness fell, and then a most wonderful thing happened.
One of the tent boys who was searching for firewood in the darkening forest found a little naked baby, barely three months old.

It had been thrown away as its mother, as she thought, fled for her life.

The baby was brought into camp, wrapped up, and cared for, and it will never know how near it came to being devoured by a leopard or a forest hog.

It was the crying of this baby that we heard, and we assumed that its mother had cast it aside so that its wailing would not betray the hiding-place of the remainder of her family.