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JUNGLE AND STREAM OR THE ADVENTURES OF TWO BOYS IN SIAM

BY GEO. MANVILLE FENN

AUTHOR OF "IN HONOUR'S CAUSE," "CORMORANT CRAG" "FIRST IN THE FIELD," ETC.

                           DEAN & SON, LTD.
                   6 LA BELLA SAUVAGE, LUDGATE HILL,
                            LONDON, E.C.4

MADE AND PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN

CONTENTS

I. SIXTY YEARS AGO II. THE JUNGLE HUNTER III. SREE'S PRISONER IV. FISHING WITH A WORM V. THE DOCTOR'S POST-MORTEM VI. MAKING PLANS VII. THE BRINK OF A VOLCANO VIII. A PROWL BY WATER IX. NATURALISTS' TREASURES X. WHAT HARRY HEARD XI. THE NAGA'S BITE XII. SUL THE ELEPHANT XIII. THEIR FIRST TIGER XIV. A YOUNG SAVAGE XV. FOR THE JUNGLE, HO! XVI. THE HOUSE-BOAT XVII. JUNGLE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS XVIII. ELEPHANTS AT HOME XIX. A NIGHT ALARM XX. A DREARY RETURN XXI. A HIDING-PLACE XXII. DARING PLANS XXIII. THE SPEAR HARVEST XXIV. THE HELP SEEKER XXV. A DESPERATE VENTURE XXVI. FOR LIFE XXVII. THE POWDER MINE XXVIII. SAVING THE STORES XXIX. THE DOCTOR KEPT BUSY XXX. LIKE A BAD SHILLING XXXI. COMING HOME TO ROOST XXXII. IN THE NICK OF TIME XXXIII. WHAT FOLLOWED

[Illustration: "Then there was a roar like a peal of thunder."]

CHAPTER I

SIXTY YEARS AGO

"Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling!" was sung in a good,clear, boyish tenor, and then the singer stopped, to sayimpatiently,—

"What nonsense it is! My head seems stuffed full of Scotchsongs,—'Wee bit sangs,' as the doctor calls them. Seems funny that somany Scotch people should come out here to the East. I suppose it'sbecause the Irish all go to the West, that they may get as far apartas they can, so that there may not be a fight. I say, though, I wantmy breakfast."

The speaker, to wit Harry Kenyon, sauntered up to the verandah of thebungalow and looked in at the window of the cool, shaded room, where aman-servant in white drill jacket and trousers was giving thefinishing touches to the table.

"Breakfast ready, Mike?"

"Yes, sir; coffee's boiled, curry's made."

"Curry again?"

"Yes, Master Harry; curry again. That heathen of a cook don't believea meal's complete without curry and rice."

"But I thought we were going to have fried fish this morning."

"So did I, sir. I told him plainly enough; but he won't understand,and he's curried the lot."

"How tiresome!"

"I should like to curry his hide, Master Harry, but it'sleather-coloured already. N

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