THE BIVOUAC
Darkness overtakes us, far from any habitation, and
we anchor for the night under a nameless shore. A
sand-bank that is clean and soft offers us its hospitality.
Soon there is a great fire ablaze, and a -hut in construction.
Dinner over, we sit round the fire and
smoke, wrapped in blankets, for the night is cold. The
sky overhead is a cloudless violet, lit with the- great
northern stars which still, happily, bear me company.
In an hour the^moon comes up over the tree-tops and
over the hills that part the Salwin from the Yunzalin.
