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NARRATIVE DURING A TOUR
gur or Sulkeah river, near the village of Gagu-
reeah. JEueMMag. This immense sheet of water is
perfectly unruffled and smooth. We weighed an-
chor at the commencement of the Rood; a dis-
tant boat warned us of shoals a-head,—telling us
to await the higher rise of the tide; changed
our course to the south and struck the shoal;
retraced our course, wearing over to little Uigee
where depth and current lies. The Jolly-boat
is out with the Tindal, but invisible in the mist.
He is sounding and singing a plaintive melan-
choly air to denote where he is, and the depth ;
the burthen of his song is Panee teen hat,h. He
has returned with information that there is not
sufficient water to carry us over the shoal, we
are therefore not to attempt it till high water.
We have the moon—which is one comfort, and
the weather is mild, which is another. This is
the last place where one would expect to hear
Hindoost,hanee melody, enlivening the silence
of night: some people in a small boat have a
Sitaru, and seem to know well how to Anger it,
and to accompany the air with their voices.
The solitary yell of an animal on shore, a
sound 1 have often heard, induced me to ask
from what beast it proceeded ; a Dandee repli-
ed that it was a jackal, and that when an angel
spoke in his ear, he made that peculiar noise;
another informed me that it was a mad jackal,
NARRATIVE DURING A TOUR
gur or Sulkeah river, near the village of Gagu-
reeah. JEueMMag. This immense sheet of water is
perfectly unruffled and smooth. We weighed an-
chor at the commencement of the Rood; a dis-
tant boat warned us of shoals a-head,—telling us
to await the higher rise of the tide; changed
our course to the south and struck the shoal;
retraced our course, wearing over to little Uigee
where depth and current lies. The Jolly-boat
is out with the Tindal, but invisible in the mist.
He is sounding and singing a plaintive melan-
choly air to denote where he is, and the depth ;
the burthen of his song is Panee teen hat,h. He
has returned with information that there is not
sufficient water to carry us over the shoal, we
are therefore not to attempt it till high water.
We have the moon—which is one comfort, and
the weather is mild, which is another. This is
the last place where one would expect to hear
Hindoost,hanee melody, enlivening the silence
of night: some people in a small boat have a
Sitaru, and seem to know well how to Anger it,
and to accompany the air with their voices.
The solitary yell of an animal on shore, a
sound 1 have often heard, induced me to ask
from what beast it proceeded ; a Dandee repli-
ed that it was a jackal, and that when an angel
spoke in his ear, he made that peculiar noise;
another informed me that it was a mad jackal,