He kindly sent me a bamboo of buffalo-milk every morning; it was as thick as cream, and required diluting with water to keep it fluid during the day.

It mixes very well with tea and coffee, although it has a slight peculiar flavour, which after a time is not disagreeable.

I also got as much sweet "sagueir" as I liked to drink, and Mr.M.always sent me a piece of each pig he killed, which with fowls, eggs, and the birds we shot ourselves, and buffalo beef about once a fortnight, kept my larder sufficiently well supplied.
Every bit of flatland was cleared and used as rice-fields, and on the lower slopes of many of the hills tobacco and vegetables were grown.
Most of the slopes are covered with huge blocks of rock, very fatiguing to scramble over, while a number of the hills are so precipitous as to be quite inaccessible.

These circumstances, combined with the excessive drought, were very unfavourable for my pursuits.

Birds were scarce, and I got but few new to me.