ABSTRACT
T HE morning following our disaster revealed the lake likea sea of glass; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Thetwo masts of our boat stood out of the water, with a small red flag hanging, as if in mourning over the silent wreck. Speckled kingfishers stood on the masts, darting down every few minutes into the water for their breakfast. That a wild battle of the elements had taken place on this spot but a few hours previously seemed well-nigh impossible. Fever, as I expected, followed my somewhat sudden bath and a night's sleep in wet underclothes.
