So I took a hoe and dug down into the snow as deep as my breast; this gave me some shelter from the wind, and I sat down in the hole.

By bedtime prayers the snow had fallen so fast that four inches of it had settled on my head----'" Here Old Faithful paused and shook his head gravely.

"His Majesty," he went on, "writes in the margin, 'That night I caught a cold in my ear.' It is only wonder he did not catch his death." "But what happened next ?" asked Akbar impatiently.

"Did poor Grand-dad sit in the snow all night ?" "No, Most-Honourable.

He goes on to say, 'The cave was properly explored and found to be large enough to hold us all.