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small bivouac and transferred our belongings. An examination of the big tents, disclosed in one the marquee a number of men drawn up on boxes and crates surrounded by the flood, and a wag at the piano playing "There is a happy land far far away". In the store tent, things were more serious, as the waters had damaged a large quantity of perishable goods. Still there was nothing to be done, and Mr. Moodie (The Secty) and myself erected an improvised tent near our bivouac for a cookhouse and for some of his staff. The rest of the day we spent in the little bivouac, looking out over the flooded waters and to the far Judaea hills, reasonably dry and comfortable and consoling ourselves - that It might be worse - Gee how many times I have said the same words on previous Xmases! The waters have swept away