This cheered me so greatly, I had my chair placed under a tree and smoked my first pipe.

On seeing this, all my men struck up a dance, to the sound of the drums, which they carried on throughout the whole night, never ceasing until the evening of the next day.

These protracted caperings were to be considered as their congratulation for my improvement in health; for, until I got into my chair, they always thought I was going to die.

They then told me, with great mirth and good mimicry, of many absurd scenes which, owing to the inflamed state of my brain, had taken place during my interviews with Lumeresi.

Bombay at this time very foolishly told Lumeresi, if he "really wanted a deole," he must send to Grant for one.