three o'clock in the
morning
There are about forty Americans here , who are camping out for the summer , and I am the guest of a Dr. Waring and his wife from Alabama . My tent is high above everything , on a great overhanging rock , and before me is a view that would be a fit setting for Paradise . This mountain is sacred to Buddha , and the whole of it is thick with temples and shrines , some of them nobody knows how old . I have been trying to muster courage to get up at three o'clock in the morning to see the monkeys come out for breakfast . The mountains are full of them , but they are only to be seen at that hour . There are some very pleasant people here , and I have made a number of friends . I am something of a conundrum , and curiosity is rife as to _ why _ I came .