Our natives continued to hold out stoutly.

The hindrances to walking by the river side which plagued and entangled us so much, seemed not to be heeded by them, and they wound through them with case; but to us they were intolerably tiresome.

Our perplexities afforded them an inexhaustible fund of merriment and derision: Did the sufferer, stung at once with nettles and ridicule, and shaken nigh to death by his fall, use any angry expression to them, they retorted in a moment, by calling him by every opprobrious name* which their language affords.
Boladeree destroyed a native hut today very wantonly before we could prevent him.

On being asked why he did so, he answered that the inhabitants inland were bad; though no longer since than last night, when Bereewan had departed, they were loud in their praise.

But now they had reverted to their first opinion; so fickle and transient are their motives of love and hatred.
[*Their general favourite term of reproach is 'goninpatta', which signifies 'an eater of human excrement'.