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230 CARAVAN DAYSThere was no change whatever in the prospectson the Monday morning, though the flood hadgained little upon us, and the rain was still comingdown lustily. But we were due to move on toKinlochewe that afternoon if the road wouldcarry us. On this point our advisers were hopeful.This road, we were told, was really at its best inwet weather.That was what it was accustomedto. It was in a drought that it generally gaveway. All the same, we had some anxiousmoments (when, as Herbert said, it " didn't doto stop and think") where the surface quakedand undulated as we passed.As soon as the horses were put in the rainstopped, and although it came on again beforeour three hours' journey was over, we had itdrymost of the way. It needed a big pull to take usout of our morass, but Sam was in form thatmorning and lifted the van all by himself beforeSimon got properly going. We were fortunatelyon hard ground that night at our old camp atKinlochewe, where we stopped on the farm road,and Herbert's tent was fairly favourably placed:which was just as well, as that was the worstnightof all.So far we had met only with rain and wind, butnow the temperature fell and driving sleet greeted