Fit as Fiddles and as Hard as Nails

means days of strenuous toil. But I think we must have it under sontrol; this morning we learn that it has fallen four inches and this is cheering news.
The weather is growing stuffy. On the 15th the thermometer reached over 108. I suspect we shall see a daily record of these figures for many months. Nevertheless the climate is much cooler than I would have imagined at this season of the year, and is certainly more pleasant that the Punjab in May. But the sun is undoubtedly fierce; I find it impossible to take a patients temperature in the ordinary way; the mercury in my clinical thermometer persists in staying above 98°. Heavy winds blow; Sand penetrates every crevice.
Wednesday, the 17th, brought us a mail with the report of the fall of Kut