What a treat it was at this time to enjoy the rest of a quiet life. For
four months we had been incessantly on the move: first in sea-life, in
fierce heat, rough waters and strong winds; then on land, up hill and
down hill in these Malagasy districts, journeying through the most
mountainous country I have ever seen. It was no wonder that we had
returned to the Capital, wearied and ill: and that it took many days to
recover from the exhaustion produced by our rough journeyings. But our
purpose had been accomplished; and we had already completed one valuable
portion of our appointed duties. The fresh air had not been without its
advantages. We had both come back as brown as gipsies; and my hands were
never so burned before by the sun and the air. What a treat it was to
see the sky of brilliant blue, and quietly to breathe the pure, fresh
breezes. The air was thin, but it was bright, clear and quickening, and
we revelled in it. The light and heat were far less powerful than in
India, and I enjoyed them thoroughly. The mornings in November were
exquisitely fine and fair. During the day the thermometer would rise to
72°-77°. And by a strange but convenient rule the thunderstorms would
come on after four or five o’clock in the afternoon. The lightning was
at times intense: it would run along the sky in silver veins; or shoot
to the earth like an arrow of molten gold, or throw a violet tint over
the red hills; while the thunder followed instantly with the roar of
artillery, and reverberated from hill to hill in long, rolling peals.
When we arrived the country was brown; or vast patches of it were
blackened by the grass fires that swept over them day after day. But now
the hills were clothed with grass fresh and young; and the rice growing
tall and strong in the flooded fields, hid the entire plain of Imerina
with a mantle of brilliant green.
For six weeks at this time I resided in Análakély, as the guest of Mr.
and Mrs. Thorne. And no one could have studied more than did my kind
hostess, to secure for me in my isolation, the comfort of a truly
pleasant home. Most gratefully do I cherish the memory of her
affectionate kindness: and deeply did I share the grief of many around
me, when in the month of April she was called away from her earnest
labours here to the higher service of the heavenly world.
The house we lived in is English built and of English pattern. It
contains six rooms of moderate size: laid out in two stories after the
following fashion:
[Illustration]
The roofs run from east to west over the two north rooms: and from north
to south over the dining room. And the house presents the following
appearance.
[Illustration:
MR. PEARSE’S HOUSE.
]
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