CHAPTER SIXTY TWO.
CONCLUSION.
The deliverance came at length; though it was not immediate.

Several months more, of that lonely and monotonous life, were our adventurers called upon to endure.
They had to wait for the return of the rainy season; when the rivers that traverse the great plains of Hindostan became brimful of flood-- bearing upon their turbid bosoms that luxuriance, not of life, but of death, which attracts the crane and the stork once more to seek subsistence upon their banks.

Then the great adjutant returns from his summer tour to the north--winging his way southward over the lofty summits of Imaus.

Then, too, did Karl and his comrades believe that _their adjutants_ would be guided by a like instinct, and go back to the R.B.G .-- the Royal Botanic Garden of Calcutta.
Karl felt confident of their doing so, as certain almost as if he had stood on the banks of the sacred stream in the R.B.G.itself, and saw them descending from their aerial flight and alighting within the enclosure.

This confidence arose from the remembrance of his having heard--while sojourning with the Curator--that such had been their habit for many years; and that the time, both of their departure and arrival, was so periodically regular, that there was not an employe of the place who could not tell it to a day! Fortunately, Karl remembered the time, though not the exact day.